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;
Oh, receive my soul at last. . . .
Charles Wesley
Monday, July 18, 2016
Jesus, Lover of My Soul
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Charles Wesley wrote some good 'uns. And this is one of my favorites.
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