The Army and Navy Hymnal/Hymns/Jesus, Lover of My Soul
|Jesus, Lover of My Soul||90|
|Charles Wesley, 1740||Simeon B. Marsh, 1834|
Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the near-er waters roll, While the tem-pest still is high:
Hide me, O my Sav-iour, hide, Till the storm of life be past;
Safe in-to the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
Oth-er refuge have I none; Hangs my help-less soul on thee;
Leave, ah, leave me not a-lone! Still sup-port and com-fort me:
All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring;
Cov-er my de-fence-less head With the shad-ow of thy wing.
Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cov-er all my sin;
Let the healing streams a-bound, Make and keep me pure with-in.
Thou of life the foun-tain art; Free-ly let me take of thee,