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Sundays After Trinity: Faith

223. Jesus, Lover of my soul

Eight 7's

Hollingside:

John Bacchus Dykes, 1861

Martyn:

Simeon B. Marsh, 1834

Charles Wesley, 1740;

abbr.

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 be past;

Safe into the haven 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 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.

Plenteous grace with Thee is found,

Grace to cleanse from every 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.

Amen.

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