Sunday Hymn: Jesus, Lover of My Soul

Sunday, May 3, 2026 at 7:14AM
rebecca in Sunday's hymn

Two tunes, the first sung by an all male chorus, and the second by an all female chorus.

 

 

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, 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.

Wilt Thou not re­gard my call?
Wilt Thou not ac­cept my pray­er?
Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall—
Lo! on Thee I cast my care;
Reach me out Thy gra­cious hand!
While I of Thy strength re­ceive,
Hoping against hope I stand,
Dying, and be­hold, I live.

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;
False 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.

—Charles Wesley

Article originally appeared on Rebecca Writes (http://rebecca-writes.com/).