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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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Oceanside, New York, United States
Jesus help us to experience You in all Your fullness. Help us to live the Words of this song.
Naivasha, Nakuru, Kenya
We thank the Lord who loved us to an extent of dying for us. The same way we should be crazy lovers of Jesus.
Ciudad Del Este, Alto Paraná, Paraguay
Wonderful!
Johannesburg, Gauteng, South Africa
What a wonderful hymn! bless the souls of all departed who left us with such wonderful music.
"I am all unrighteousness; Vile and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace."
Calabar, Nigeria
A place of refuge is He. A shelter from the storm of life. Whether we deserve His grace or not, He showers us with His grace anyway. Jesus is the solid rock on which we stand. Thank You Jesus for Your work of redemption.
Detroit, Michigan, United States
"This is the crown of Charles Wesley's work - one of the greatest hymns of the universal church. The finest hymn of the English Language." - John Telford in "The Methodist Hymn Book Illustrated"
Henry Ward Beecher said, "I would rather have written that hymn of Wesley's, "Jesus, Lover of My Soul", than to have the fame of all the kings that ever sat on the throne. It is more glorious. It has more power in it. That hymn will go on singing until that last trump brings forth the angel band; and then, I think, it will mount up on some lips to the very presence of God."
One of the greatest preachers of the Gospel in England at the beginning of the 20th century was Hugh Price Hughes. He left instructions in his will that they should inscribe on his tombstone, "Thou, Oh Christ, art all I want!"
Charles Spurgeon said that on one occasion an unGodly man stepped into Exeter Hall when he was holding services. He came to Christ when they sang, "Jesus, Lover of My Soul." "Does Jesus love me?" he asked. "Then why should I live in enmity to Him?"
Dr. Duffield, who wrote the hymn, "Stand Up for Jesus", tells us that he had drifted away from the Lord and was brought back by this hymn. "One of the most blessed days of my life," says the hymn writer, "was when I found, after I had hung my harp on the willows, that I could *sing* again; that a new song was put into my mouth; and when, e'er ever I was aware, I was singing, 'Jesus, Lover of My Soul'. If there is anything in Christian experience of joy and sorrow, of affliction and prosperity, of life and death - that hymn is the *hymn of the ages*!"
Mr. Sankey tells us it was the last hymn that D. L. Moody sang before he entered into the joy of his Lord.
Detroit, Michigan, United States
The thought of a Christian speaking of Jesus as his Lover was revolutionary. It was not done in the confines of the Church of England. Every true child of God understands the language. - Hymn Stories by Wilbur Konkel
Boardman, OH, United States
This morning I truly know He is the Lover Of My Soul! King Jesus, Lord Of All!
London, England, United Kingdom
Thank You Jesus, You are the lover of my soul. I am full of unrighteousness but Thou art full of truth and grace. Give me grace oh Lord to love and be obedient to You always in Jesus name. Help me to continue to live holy life in Jesus name. Thanks for uploading this song and God bless you all.
Detroit, MI, United States
One afternoon on a Hudson River liner out of New York, Sankey was singing this song to a gathering of people, when a man came to him excitedly out of the crowd. "Were you in the Union Army?" the man asked.
"Yes, I served in Maryland."
"Were you at such and such a battle?"
"Yes."
"Could you have been singing that hymn one night while you were on sentry duty?"
"Yes, I even remember the night," Sankey told him.
"And I remember having a bead on you, but hearing you sing that great hymn I could not squeeze the trigger." - Songs That Lift the Heart by George Beverly Shea
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There is an additional stanza following stanza 2 above:
Wilt Thou not regard my call?
Wilt Thou not accept my prayer?
Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall—
Lo! on Thee I cast my care;
Reach me out Thy gracious hand!
While I of Thy strength receive,
Hoping against hope I stand,
dying, and behold, I live.