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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.
During the American Civil War, some Confederate snipers approached Union lines to kill a sentry on duty. The sentry suddenly sensed danger, and having no other protection, began singing this hymn. The Confederate sniper heard the hymn, and decided not to shoot. Many years later, the two men were on a trans-Atlantic voyage singing hymns on a Sunday night when the ex-Confederate recognised the other's voice. They compared notes, and the former Union soldier said that he had felt danger at that moment--the hymn was the only defence he had--half way through it, he suddenly felt at peace....