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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 Saviour hide-- Till
the storm of life is 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,
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;
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.
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