Eight 7's [856]Hollingside: John Bacchus Dykes, 1861 [857]Martyn: Simeon B. Marsh, 1834 Charles Wesley, 1740; abbr. 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. Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cleanse from every 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. |