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.
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, oh, 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.
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, oh, 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
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;
Vile and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of truth and grace.
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;
Vile and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of truth and grace.
4
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.
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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Zaria, Kaduna, Nigeria
"I choose to serve my Lord, lover of my soul " was the last sentence of my journal devotion this morning and as reflected this hymn jumped into my spirit. I picked up my phone and Googled it and I picked this site. oh! what a refreshing especialy with the new flavour this tune brings.
cover my defenceless head O Lord .
God bless hymnal net and Wesley for being the channel through whom this precious song came to us.
Leyland, Lancs, United Kingdom
I love this hymn (and the newer tune as sung by Chris Eaton). It's words are so rich, and the lines, "Vile and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace" always stand out to me. We can be so honest about ourselves because of the grace of God shown in Christ.
United Kingdom
I love this hymn. And as I sing it today with my tears streaming I pray that He will please '... cover my defenseless head with the shadow of His wing... '
Brighton, Tennessee, United States
I totally agree with Gerard Delrez's (of London) comment, the Welsh tune Aberystwyth is immensely superior. That tune fits the beautiful words; I heard it sung by mourning parents in Wales after many children died when a coal mountain collapsed on a school. This was on my heart and mind when I awakened. I had forgotten the inferior tune and hope it is replaced on this site.
Abuja, Nigeria
This hymn was up in my spirit, 'Grace to cover all my sin', the moment I felt the heavy weight of my sinful lifestyle, the moment I felt the dare need for something to reassure me that Christ has taken away my sin away, alone here in my office, with tears in my eyes, while the lyrics and the tone of this hymn plays through my spirit cheering my fainting my heart.... this has indeed blessed me.
London
I agree with what everyone says regarding the words of this hymn, but oh dear! What IS the tune shown here all about?
In the UK we sing this to the tune 'Aberystwyth', composed by Joseph Parry in the late nineteenth century, a truly noble tune in the minor mode (usually in E minor) but modulating into the major in lines five to seven of each stanza, implying the idea of hope for salvation, before closing once more in the minor. It is fully worthy of these impassioned words by Wesley.
Kottayam, Kerala, India
This hymn touched and transformed me. My father drew inspiration from the 3rd stanza.
Makurdi, Benue, Nigeria
Other refuge have I none, hang my helpless soul on thee; give me courage on daily basis.
Nigeria
I'd rather use this in form of my prayers❤🙏
Gainesville, FL, United States
So sweet!