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1
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.
EJesus,
C♯m
lover
B
of
my soul,
ELet
me
A
to
Thy
Ebo
B7
som
E
fly,
While the
C♯m
nearer
B
waters
roll,
EWhile
the
A
tempest
E
still
B7
is
E
high:
Hide me, O my
A
Savior,
E
hide,
Till the storm of
A
life
is
B
past;
ESafe
in
C♯m
to
the
B
haven
guide;
EO
re
A
ceive
my
E
soul
B7
at
E
last.
2
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.
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.
EOther
C♯m
refuge
B
have
I none,
EHangs
my
A
helpless
E
soul
B7
on
E
Thee;
Leave, oh,
C♯m
leave
me
B
not
alone,
EStill
A
support
and
E B7
comfort
E
me.
All my trust on
A
Thee
is
E
stayed,
All my help from
A
Thee
I
B
bring;
ECover
C♯m
my
B
defenseless
head
EWith
the
A
shadow
E
of
B7
Thy
E
wing.
3
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.
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.
EThou,
O
C♯m
Christ,
art
B
all
I want;
EMore
than
A
all
in
E
Thee
B7
I
E
find;
Raise the
C♯m
fallen,
B
cheer
the faint,
EHeal
the
A
sick
and
E
lead
B7
the
E
blind.
Just and holy
A
is
Thy
E
name,
I am all
A B
unrighteousness;
EVile
and
C♯m
full
of
B
sin
I am,
EThou
art
A
full
of
E
truth
B7
and
E
grace.
4
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.
This is a different aspect of background to the song from that posted by LY 6/22/2013:
Written only a year after his conversion, this is one of the most famous of Charles Wesley's 6,000 hymns. As he wrote it, he may have been remembering his turbulent transatlantic crossing 3 years earlier. He wrote in his journal, "The sea streamed in at the sides ... it was as much as 4 men could do by continual pumping to keep her above water. I rose and lay down by turns, but could remain in no posture long; strove vehemently to pray, but in vain." Later in the afternoon as the storm reached its peak, he said, "In this dreadful moment, I bless God, I found the comfort of hope."
Wesley talked to another passenger about trusting God, and the passenger replied that he had no refuge in times of danger. Even though Wesley was ill and frightened, he had the awareness, as he later wrote, that he "abode under the shadow of the Almighty." - Great Songs of Faith by Brown & Norton
Here's the background to this lovely hymn: Mrs. Mary Hoover, of Bellefonte, Pennsylvania, whose grandmother was the heroine of the story, has related to her pastor this family tradition: Charles Wesley was preaching in the fields of the parish of Killyleagh, County Down, Ireland, when he was attacked by men who did not approve of his doctrines. He sought refuge in a house located on what was known as the Island Barn Farm. The farmer’s wife, Jane Lowrie Moore, told him to hide in the milkhouse, down in the garden. Soon the mob came and demanded the fugitive. She tried to quiet them by offering them refreshments. Going down to the milkhouse, she directed Mr. Wesley to get through the rear window and hide under the hedge, by which ran a little brook. In that hiding-place, with the cries of his pursuers all about him, he wrote this immortal hymn. Descendants of Mrs. Moore still live in the house, which is much the same as it was in Wesley’s time.
Sankey, pp. 172-3 (copied from http://www.hymntime.com)
Leave, oh, leave me not alone, still support and comfort me. Thou O Christ art all I want, more than all in Thee I find. Thank You Lord. We love You so, our dear Beloved. Keep us with You all our days. We belong to You.
O Lord Jesus, the lover of my soul. Singing this hymn to the Lord, I experience the Lord's dear presence and am comforted just to trust in Him who cares for me all-inclusively.