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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.
"I choose to serve my Lord, lover of my soul " was the last sentence of my journal devotion this morning and as reflected this hymn jumped into my spirit. I picked up my phone and Googled it and I picked this site. oh! what a refreshing especialy with the new flavour this tune brings.
cover my defenceless head O Lord .
God bless hymnal net and Wesley for being the channel through whom this precious song came to us.
I love this hymn (and the newer tune as sung by Chris Eaton). It's words are so rich, and the lines, "Vile and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace" always stand out to me. We can be so honest about ourselves because of the grace of God shown in Christ.
I love this hymn. And as I sing it today with my tears streaming I pray that He will please '... cover my defenseless head with the shadow of His wing... '
I totally agree with Gerard Delrez's (of London) comment, the Welsh tune Aberystwyth is immensely superior. That tune fits the beautiful words; I heard it sung by mourning parents in Wales after many children died when a coal mountain collapsed on a school. This was on my heart and mind when I awakened. I had forgotten the inferior tune and hope it is replaced on this site.
This hymn was up in my spirit, 'Grace to cover all my sin', the moment I felt the heavy weight of my sinful lifestyle, the moment I felt the dare need for something to reassure me that Christ has taken away my sin away, alone here in my office, with tears in my eyes, while the lyrics and the tone of this hymn plays through my spirit cheering my fainting my heart.... this has indeed blessed me.
I agree with what everyone says regarding the words of this hymn, but oh dear! What IS the tune shown here all about?
In the UK we sing this to the tune 'Aberystwyth', composed by Joseph Parry in the late nineteenth century, a truly noble tune in the minor mode (usually in E minor) but modulating into the major in lines five to seven of each stanza, implying the idea of hope for salvation, before closing once more in the minor. It is fully worthy of these impassioned words by Wesley.