Jesus, lover of my soul
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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 Saviour, 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. 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. |
Iesu, qui me diligis, gremio me foveas, donec tempestatum vis volvit circum nos aquas. Abde, mi salvator, me, dum procella transeat; te ducente denique portus me recipiat. Dest refugium mihi, spes est nulla sine te; ne permitte deseri, consolare, sustine. Solus tu salutem das, solus es praesidium; me nudatum contegas ut gallina pullulum. Praeter te desiderem nil: tu plus quam omnia. Me caducum, debilem, aegrum, caecum subleva. Sanctus, iustus tu clues; ego scelestissimus; tu virtute plenus es, plenus ego fraudibus. Ista magna gratia quicquid pecco dissipet; unda salutifera intus me purificet. Christe, fons vitalis es: inde potem libere. Cor intrinsecus riges profluens perpetue. |