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 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, oh, 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;
Vile 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.
Ana Lara

Tolland, Connecticut, United States

Charles Wesley, the father of hymnody and the “first Methodist” wrote over 8,000 hymns. One for every day after his conversion until the day he died. This hymn is his crowning work.

There are two accounts as to the occasion in which he wrote it. One version tells us that during a stormy night, Charles, unable to sleep, opened his bedroom window to watch the storm. As he was viewing the stormy scene, suddenly a bird exhausted by the wind and hotly persued by a hawk, flew into the window and Charles Wesley’s breast for protection. Having saved the bird and placed it in security, he turned to his desk and wrote this hymn so realistic and so descriptive of fear and intense longing of the anxious soul to find safety and rest.

Another account tells that Wesley, while in Killyleag County Down, Ireland had been preaching in the open fields. In the process, he was persued by a mob violently opposed to his message. Charles was given a hiding place by a local farmer’s wife and is said to have penned this words to the hymn while hearing the cries of his pursuers nearby.


Anambra, Nigeria

Jesus, lover of my soul. Fill my heart with Your love. Cause me to smile again in Jesus name. Amen.

Kingsolomon Adeoye

Ile Ife, Osun State, Nigeria

Oh Lord of all Grace, May you fulfill in me and everyone the depth and revelation behind this hymn in Jesus name.

Frank Alcamo

Oceanside, New York, United States

Jesus help us to experience You in all Your fullness. Help us to live the Words of this song.

Amos Kimani

Naivasha, Nakuru, Kenya

We thank the Lord who loved us to an extent of dying for us. The same way we should be crazy lovers of Jesus.

Eleazar Ullón

Ciudad Del Este, Alto Paraná, Paraguay



Johannesburg, Gauteng, South Africa

What a wonderful hymn! bless the souls of all departed who left us with such wonderful music.

"I am all unrighteousness; Vile and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace."

Francisca Effiom

Calabar, Nigeria

A place of refuge is He. A shelter from the storm of life. Whether we deserve His grace or not, He showers us with His grace anyway. Jesus is the solid rock on which we stand. Thank You Jesus for Your work of redemption.

Steve Miller

Detroit, Michigan, United States

"This is the crown of Charles Wesley's work - one of the greatest hymns of the universal church. The finest hymn of the English Language." - John Telford in "The Methodist Hymn Book Illustrated"

Henry Ward Beecher said, "I would rather have written that hymn of Wesley's, "Jesus, Lover of My Soul", than to have the fame of all the kings that ever sat on the throne. It is more glorious. It has more power in it. That hymn will go on singing until that last trump brings forth the angel band; and then, I think, it will mount up on some lips to the very presence of God."

One of the greatest preachers of the Gospel in England at the beginning of the 20th century was Hugh Price Hughes. He left instructions in his will that they should inscribe on his tombstone, "Thou, Oh Christ, art all I want!"

Charles Spurgeon said that on one occasion an unGodly man stepped into Exeter Hall when he was holding services. He came to Christ when they sang, "Jesus, Lover of My Soul." "Does Jesus love me?" he asked. "Then why should I live in enmity to Him?"

Dr. Duffield, who wrote the hymn, "Stand Up for Jesus", tells us that he had drifted away from the Lord and was brought back by this hymn. "One of the most blessed days of my life," says the hymn writer, "was when I found, after I had hung my harp on the willows, that I could *sing* again; that a new song was put into my mouth; and when, e'er ever I was aware, I was singing, 'Jesus, Lover of My Soul'. If there is anything in Christian experience of joy and sorrow, of affliction and prosperity, of life and death - that hymn is the *hymn of the ages*!"

Mr. Sankey tells us it was the last hymn that D. L. Moody sang before he entered into the joy of his Lord.

Steve Miller

Detroit, Michigan, United States

The thought of a Christian speaking of Jesus as his Lover was revolutionary. It was not done in the confines of the Church of England. Every true child of God understands the language. - Hymn Stories by Wilbur Konkel