Wesley Corpus

In Temptation In Temptation. Jesu, 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 Saviour, 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 stay'd; All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head, With the shadow of thy wing. 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!