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A Sunday Morning Hymn - 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 Savior, 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 stayed; all my help from thee I bring; cover my defenseless head with the shadow of thy wing. Thou, O Christ, art all I want; mor 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; false and full of sin I am; thou art full of truth and grace. 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. Words: Charles Wesley, 1740
Posted on: Sun, 22 Jun 2014 12:30:01 +0000

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