See how great a love the Father has bestowed on
us, that we would be called children of God; and such we are.
For this reason the world does not know us, because it
did not know Him {1 John 3:1 NASB}.
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, 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.
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.
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.
Charles Wesley, 1707-1788
Charles Wesley, was the great hymn-writer of the Wesley
family, perhaps, the greatest hymn-writer of all ages. Charles Wesley was the
youngest son and 18th child of Samuel and Susanna Wesley, and was born at
Epworth Rectory, Dec. 18, 1707. In 1716 he went to Westminster School, staying
with his elder brother Samuel, then usher at the school, until 1721, when he
was elected King's Scholar, and as such received his board and education free.
In 1726 Charles Wesley was elected to a Westminster studentship at Christ
Church, Oxford, where he took his degree in 1729, and became a college tutor.
In the early part of the same year his religious impressions were much
deepened, and he became one of the first band of “Oxford Methodists.” He wrote this hymn in 1740.
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