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Jesus, Lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the tempest still is high: Hide me, O my Savior, hide, Till the storm of life be past; Safe into the haven guide, O 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 is stayed; All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenseless head With thy shadow of thy Wing.
3 Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cleanse from every sin; Let healing streams abound, Make and Keep me pure within: Thou of life the fountain of Art, Freely let me take of thee: Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all Eternity... Amen!
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