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4 Thou art the Life: to all Thine own Thou
givest Eternal life where Thou forever livest; There without ceasing, as we stand before
F. A. Krummacher.
ESUS, 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 be past; Safe into the haven guide,
Oh, receive my soul at last !
2 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 be stayed,
All my help from Thee I bring; Cover my defenseless head
With the shadow of Thy wing.
3 Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin;
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.
ESUS loves me, Jesus loves me,
He is always, always near; If I try to please Him truly,
There is naught that I can fear.
2 Jesus loves me,-well I know it,
For to save my soul He died; He for me bore pain and sorrow,
Nailéd hands and pierced side.
3 Jesus loves me,-night and morning
Jesus hears the prayers I pray; And He never, never leaves me,
When I work or when I play. 4 Jesus loves me,—and He watches
Over me with loving eye,
Safe to keep me till I die.
5 Jesus loves me,-0 Lord Jesus,
Now I pray Thee by Thy love, Keep me ever pure and holy,
Till I come to Thee above.
276 ESUS, priceless treasure,
Source of purest pleasure,
Truest Friend to me:
Thirsting, Lord, for Thee.
Naught I ask beside Thee.
Cannot reach me here.
Jesus calms my fear;
Jesus will not fail me.
Jesus, all my choice;
Told with tempting voice;
Since He deigns to love me. 4 Fare thee well that errest, Thou that earth preferrest,
Thou wilt tempt in vain;
Fare thee well, transgression,
Come not forth again.
5 Hence all fear and sadness!
Jesus, enters in ;
Still have peace within;
O words with heav'nly comfort fraught!
He leadeth me! He leadeth me!
2 Sometimes 'midst scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,
He leadeth me, etc.
3 Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine,
Nor even murmur nor repine:
He leadeth me, etc.
When, by Thy grace, the victory's won,
J. H. Gilmore.
278 ESUS, Jesus, come to me;
How my soul longs after Thee! When, my best, my dearest Friend,
Shall our separation end?
Without Thee I find no peace;
Jesus, Jesus, come to me!
All below is dark and drear;
Can my wretched heart rejoice.
Art my shield and great reward;
To Thy sovereign will I bow.
Purge its sin, and heal its smart;