Sunday School Book ‎#97

97. Jesus, Lover of my soul

1 Jesus, Lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high!
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
Oh, receive my soul at last!

2 Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee:
Leave, ah, leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me!
All my trust on Thee is stayed,
All my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head
With the shadow of Thy wing.

3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in Thee I find:
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy Name;
I am all unrighteousness;
False and full of sin I am;
Thou art full of truth and grace.

4 Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound;
Make, and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the Fountain art,
Freely let me take of Thee.
Spring Thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.

Text Information

• First Line: Jesus, Lover of my soul
• Title: Jesus, Lover of my soul
• Publication Date: 1909
• Topic: The Christian Graces; Faith: Justification
• Notes: Author from index: Wesley

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