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 Savior, hide
till the storm of life is past;
safe into the haven guide;
O 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 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.
|First Line:||Jesus, lover of my soul|
|Title:||Jesus, Lover of My Soul|
|Author:||Charles Wesley, 1707-1788|
|Scripture:||Isaiah 25:4; Romans 5:15; Psalm 91:4; John 4:14; Psalm 32:7; John 1:14; Psalm 17:8; Luke 8:24; Exodus 33:22; Philippians 4:19|
|Composer:||Joseph Parry, 1841-1903|
|Key:||e minor or modal|