Charles Wesley (1707-1788)

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Jesus, lover of my soul,
let me to your presence fly,
while the gathering 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
and receive my soul at last.

Other refuge I have none,
all my hope in you I see:
leave, O leave me not alone;
still support and comfort me.
All my trust on you is stayed,
all my help from you I bring:
cover my defenceless head
with the shadow of your wing.

You, O Christ are all I want,
more than all in you I find:
raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is your name,
I am all unworthiness;
false and full of sin I am,
you are full of truth and grace.

Plenteous grace with you is found,
grace to wash away my sin:
let the healing streams abound;
make and keep me clean within.
Living fountain, now impart
all your life and purity;
spring for ever in my heart,
rise to all eternity!