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Jesus, Lover of My Soul

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #419 (1926) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Topics: Names and Office of Christ Lover of the soul Lyrics: 1 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 Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide: O receive my soul at last! 2 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 in Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring: Cover my defenseless head With the shadow of Thy wing. 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in Thee I find. Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is Thy name, I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace. 4 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. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: MARTYN

A Prayer of the sick Soul

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CXLI (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Prayer Of the sick soul; Prayer Of the sick soul First Line: Thou great Physician of the soul Lyrics: 1 Thou great Physician of the soul, To thee I bring my case; My raging malady control, And heal me by thy grace. 2 Help me to state my whole complaint, But where shall I begin? Nor words, nor thoughts, can fully paint That worst distemper, sin. 3 It lies not in a single part, But through my frame is spread; A burning fever in my heart, A palsy in my head. 4 It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind, And impotent and lame; It overclouds, and fills my mind, With folly, fear, and shame. 5 A thousand evil thoughts intrude, Tumultuous in my breast; Which indispose me for my food, And rob me of my rest. 6 Lord, I am sick, regard my cry, And set my spirit free; Say, canst thou let a sinner die, Who longs to live to thee. Languages: English

A Prayer of the sick Soul

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns #CXLI (1802) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Prayer Of the sick soul; Prayer Of the sick soul First Line: Thou great Physician of the soul Lyrics: 1 Thou great Physician of the soul, To thee I bring my case; My raging malady control, And heal me by thy grace. 2 Help me to state my whole complaint, But where shall I begin? Nor words, nor thoughts, can fully paint That worst distemper, sin. 3 It lies not in a single part, But through my frame is spread; A burning fever in my heart, A palsy in my head. 4 It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind, And impotent and lame; It overclouds, and fills my mind, With folly, fear, and shame. 5 A thousand evil thoughts intrude, Tumultuous in my breast; Which indispose me for my food, And rob me of my rest. 6 Lord, I am sick, regard my cry, And set my spirit free; Say, canst thou let a sinner die, Who longs to live to thee. Languages: English

Oh, why are you cast down, my soul?

Author: Wm. Rinehart Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #730 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Christian to his Soul Lyrics: 1 Oh, why art thou cast down, my soul? Why sunk within me so? Hope thou in God--he is thy Guide And Guardian here below. 2 Has not the Saviour died for thee, And shed his precious blood? Has he not groaned on Calvary, To bring thee home to God? 3 Then why art thou cast down, my soul? Shake off thy gloomy fears; Thy toils and conflicts soon shall end In this dark vale of tears. 4 What though the powers of earth and hell Against thee should combine? Amidst thy conflicts, O my soul, A glorious hope is thine. 5 This world and all created things In ruins soon shall lie; But thou, my soul, shalt dwell secure, Beyond the starry sky. 6 There thou shalt rest with Christ above, Where he, eternal, reigns, And ever sing redeeming love With sweet, angelic strains.

Divine light breaking into the soul

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CXXVII (1799) Topics: Light Breaking into the soul; Soul Enlightened; Light Breaking into the soul; Soul Enlightened First Line: Sometimes a light surprises Lyrics: 1 Sometimes a light surprises The Christian while he sings; It is the Lord who rises With healing on his wings; When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again A season of clear shining, To chear it after rain. 2 In holy contemplation, We sweetly then pursue The theme of God's salvation, And find it ever new: Set free from present sorrow, We cheerfully can say, E'en let th' unknown to-morrow Bring with it what it may. 3 It can bring with it nothing But he will bear us thro' Who gives the lilies cloathing, Will clothe his people too: Beneath the spreading heavens No creature but is fed; And he who feeds the ravens, Will give his children bread. 4 Tho' vine nor fig-tree neither Their wonted fruit shall bear, Tho' all the fields should wither, Nor flocks nor herds be there: Yet God the same abiding, His praise shall tune my voice; For while in him confiding, I cannot but rejoice. Languages: English

Divine light breaking into the soul

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns #CXXVII (1802) Topics: Light Breaking into the soul; Soul Enlightened; Light Breaking into the soul; Soul Enlightened First Line: Sometimes a light surprises Lyrics: 1 Sometimes a light surprises The Christian while he sings; It is the Lord who rises With healing on his wings; When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again A season of clear shining, To chear it after rain. 2 In holy contemplation, We sweetly then pursue The theme of God's salvation, And find it ever new: Set free from present sorrow, We cheerfully can say, E'en let th' unknown to-morrow Bring with it what it may. 3 It can bring with it nothing But he will bear us thro' Who gives the lilies cloathing, Will clothe his people too: Beneath the spreading heavens No creature but is fed; And he who feeds the ravens, Will give his children bread. 4 Tho' vine nor fig-tree neither Their wonted fruit shall bear, Tho' all the fields should wither, Nor flocks nor herds be there: Yet God the same abiding, His praise shall tune my voice; For while in him confiding, I cannot but rejoice. Languages: English

I lift my Soul to GOD

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P25a (1766) Topics: Backsliding soul in distress and desertion; Desertion and Distress of Soul Lyrics: 1 I lift my Soul to GOD, My Trust is in his Name; Let not my Foes that seek my Blood, Still triumph in my Shame. 2 Sin, and the Pow'rs of Hell, Persuade me to despair: Lord, make me know thy Cov'nant well, That I may 'scape the Snare. 3 From the first dawning Light Till the dark Ev'ning rise, For thy Salvation, Lord, I wait, With ever-longing Eyes. 4 Remember all thy Grace, And lead me in thy Truth; Forgive the Sins of riper Days, And Follies of my Youth. 5 The Lord is just and kind, The Meek shall learn his Ways, And every humble Sinner find The Methods of his Grace. 6 For his own Goodness Sake, He saves my Soul from Shame, He pardons (tho' my Guilt be great) Thro' my Redeemer's Name. Scripture: Psalm 25:1-11 Languages: English

Dear Refuge of my weary soul

Author: Steele Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #628 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Soul's Refuge Lyrics: 1 Dear Refuge of my weary soul, On thee, when sorrows rise, On thee, when waves of trouble roll, My fainting hope relies. 2 To thee I tell each rising grief, For thou alone canst heal; Thy word can bring a sweet relief For every pain I feel. 3 But, oh! when gloomy doubts prevail, I fear to call thee mine; The springs of comfort seem to fail, And all my hopes decline. 4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust; And still my soul would cleave to thee, Though prostrate in the dust. 5 Thy mercy-seat is open still, Here let my soul retreat, With humble hope attend thy will, And wait beneath thy feet. Scripture: Job 13:15

Psalm 25 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.58 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Desertion and distress of soul; Backsliding soul in distress and desertion; Distress of soul, or backsliding and desertion First Line: I Lift my soul to God Lyrics: I Lift my soul to God, My trust is in his name: Let not my foes that seek my blood Still triumph in my shame. Sin, and the powers of hell, Persuade me to despair: Lord, make me know thy cov'nant well, That I may 'scape the snare. From the first dawning light Till the dark ev'ning rise, For thy salvation, Lord, I wait With ever-longing eyes. Remember all thy grace, And lead me in thy truth; Forgive the sins of riper days, And follies of my youth. The Lord is just and kind, The meek shall learn his ways, And every humble sinner find The methods of his grace. For his own goodness' sake He saves my soul from shame: He pardons, though my guilt be great, Through my Redeemer's name. Scripture: Psalm 25:1-11 Languages: English

Distress of Soul; or, Backsliding and Desertion

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #48b (1740) Topics: Backsliding soul in distress and desertion; Desertion and Distress of Soul First Line: Mine Eyes and my Desire Lyrics: 1 Mine Eyes and my Desire Are ever to the Lord; I love to plead his Promises, And rest upon his Word. 2 Turn, turn thee to my Soul, Bring thy Salvation near; When will thy Hand release my Feet Out of the deadly Snare? 3 When shall the Sov'reign Grace Of my forgiving God, Restore me from those dang'rous Ways My wand'ring Feet have trod! 4 The Tumult of my Thoughts Doth but enlarge my Woe; My Spirit languishes, my Heart Is desolate and low. 5 With every Morning Light My Sorrow new begins; Look on my Anguish and my Pain, And pardon all my Sins. Pause. 6 Behold the Hosts of Hell, How cruel is their Hate? Against my Life they rise, and join Their Fury with Deceit. 7 O keep my Soul from Death, Nor put my Hope to Shame; For I have plac'd my only Trust In my Redeemer's Name. 8 With humble Faith I wait To see thy Face again; Of Isr'el it shall ne'er be said, He sought the Lord in vain. Scripture: Psalm 25:15-22 Languages: English