THE CHURCH
CONGREGATIONAL HYMNS

(77.77.D.) R. C. H. 414

by CHARLES WESLEY, 1707-88

Jesus, lover my soul
"Each man will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm" Isaiah 32:2.
Jesus, lover 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 heaven guide;
O receive my soul at last!
Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, ah! Leave me not alone;
Still support and comport 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.
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.
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.