Prayer – A Hymn by Charles Wesley


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 heaven guide;

Oh, 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.


Thou, O Christ, art all I want,

More than all in three I find;

Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick, and lead the blind.

Just and holy is thy Name,

Source of all true righteousness;

Thou art evermore the same,

Thou art full of truth and grace.


– A hymn by Charles Wesley

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