1Jesus, lover of my soul,Let me to thy bosom fly,While the billows near me 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! 2Other refuge has I none,Hangs my helpless soul on thee;Leave O leave me not alone!Still […]
1Jesus, 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. 2Other refuge have I none, hangs my helpless soul on Thee;Leave, ah!
1In the hour of trial, Jesus, plead for me,Lest by base denial I depart from Thee;When Thou see’st me waver, with a look recall,Nor, for fear or favor, suffer me to fall. 2With forbidden pleasures would this vain world charm;Or its sordid treasures spread to work me harm;Bring to my remembrance sad Gethsemane,Or, in darker
1Teach, me, Father, what to say;Teach me, Father, how to pray;Teach me all along the wayHow to be like Jesus. Refrain:I would be like Jesus,I would be like Jesus!Help me, Lord, to daily growMore and more like Jesus! 2Teach me as the days go by,Teach me not to reason why,Teach me that to do and
1Like the woman at the well I was seekingFor things that could not satisfy:And then I heard my Savior speaking:” Draw from my well that never shall run dry”. RefrainFill my cup Lord, I lift it up, Lord!Come and quench this thirsting of my soul;Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more–Fill my
1“We would see Jesus;” for the shadows lengthenAcross the little landscape of our life;We would see Jesus, our weak faith to strengthenFor the last conflict, in this mortal strife. 2“We would see Jesus,” Rock of our salvation,Where on our feet were set with sovereign grace;Not life, nor death, with all their agitation,Can thence remove us,
1There is a place of quiet rest,near to the heart of God;a place where sin cannot molest,near to the heart of God. RefrainO Jesus, blest Redeemer,sent from the heart of God,hold us who wait before theenear to the heart of God. 2There is a place of comfort sweet,near to the heart of God;a place where
1Eternal Love, we have no good to bring Thee,No single good of all our hands have wrought,No worthy music have we found to sing Thee,No jewelled word, no quick up soaring thought. 2And yet we come; and when our faith would falterShow us, O Love, the quiet place of prayer,The golden censer and the golden
1O gracious Father of mankind,Our spirits’ unseen friend;High heaven’s Lord, our hearts’ dear guest,To Thee our prayers ascend. 2Thou dost not wait till human speechThy gifts divine implore;Our dreams, our aims, our work, our livesAre prayers Thou lovest more. 3Thou hearest these, the good and ill,Deep buried in each breast;The secret thought, the hidden plan,Wrought
1Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh,When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee;Fairer than morning, lovelier than daylight,Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with Thee. 2Alone with Thee, amid the mystic shadows,The solemn hush of nature newly born;Alone with Thee in breathless adoration,In the calm dew and freshness of the morn. 3Still, still
