Jesus, Lover of My Soul
Sunday, August 19
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 is past
Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last
Othere refuge have I not, Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, ah leave me not alone, stil 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 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
Amen.
