“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.”

—  Charles Wesley

"Jesus, Lover of My Soul"
Hymns and Sacred Poems (1739)

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English Methodist and hymn writer 1707–1788

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