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Hymn 25.

8 Lines, 7’s.

Jesus, lover of my soul.

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 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 stay’d;

All my help from thee I bring;

Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of thy wing.

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.

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