It was written by by English Anglican minister, co-leader of the Methodist movement and hymn-writer, Charles Wesley (1707–1788).
Languages that it has been translated to include:
- Russian "Isis-ti pa krof dusha," translator unknown
- Polish "Jezu, Zbawco mojej duszy" by Paweł Sikora
- Spanish "Oh Jesús, mi Salvador" translator unknown and "Cariñosa Salvador" by Thomas M. Westrup
- Swahili translation"Yesu unipendaye"
With meter 7.7.7.7 D, tunes it is set to include:
- MARTYN (Marsh) by American Presbyterian organist, music teacher and newspaper publisher, Simeon Butler Marsh USA 1798-1875 - the most-commonly used tune in older publications
- REFUGE (Holbrook) by Joseph Perry Holbrook (1822-1888)
- HOLLINGSIDE by English organist and minister, John Bacchus Dykes (1823-1876)
- ABERYSTWYTH by Joseph Parry (1841-1903) - used more commonly today.
See also: Jesus, Lover of My Soul - Hillsong: a contemporary worship song with the same title
Downloads
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Choir, unaccompanied, tune REFUGE (Holbrook)
Choir and congregation with organ, tune HOLLINGSIDE
Singer with strings, tune ABERYSTWYTH
Singer with organ and band at a worship event:
Singer with Celtic band, words on-screen, tune ABERYSTWYTH
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Trio with piano, tune TBA
Lyrics
Traditional language
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.
Modern English
Jesus, lover of my soul,
let me to Your 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 You;
leave, ah! leave me not alone,
still support and comfort me.
All my trust on You is stayed,
all my help from Your I bring;
cover my defenseless head
with the shadow of Your wing.
Ample grace with You is found,
grace to cover all my sin;
let the healing streams abound;
make and keep me pure within.
You of life the fountain are;
freely let me take of You;
spring You up within my heart,
rise to all eternity.
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