Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; { 2 Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Still support and comfort me. With the shadow of Thy wing. 3 Wilt thou not regard my call? Wilt thou not accept my prayer? Lo, I sink, I faint, I fall! Lo, on Thee I cast my care; Reach me out Thy gracious hand! While I of Thy strength receive, Hoping against hope I stand, Dying, and behold I live! 4 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; I am all unrighteousness; Thou art full of truth and grace. 5 Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Freely let me take of Thee; Rev. Charles Wesley, 1740 1 Je-sus, Lov-er of my soul, Let me to Thy bo-som fly, While the near er wa-ters 3 3 3 #3 roll, While the 3 tem pest still is high: Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the BIMINERAL WANDERI storm of life is past; Safe in- to the ha-ven guide, O receive my soul at last. A-MEN. 1 Lift up your heads, ye might-y gates, Be - hold, the King of Glo The King of kings is draw-ing near, The Sav-iour of the world is here. A - MEN. 2 The Lord is just, a Helper tried; 3 O blest the land, the city blest, From earthly use for heaven's employ, 5 Redeemer, come: I open wide 6 So come, my Sovereign; enter in, 4 Fling wide the portals of your heart; Make it a temple, set apart |