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 be past;
Safe into the haven guide,
   Oh, 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.

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!

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.

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!

 

Charles Wesley

 

(You can listen here.  I cried all the way through the video.)

Feeling so achingly thankful for a hiding place, a grace-full, merciful, healing, purifying, eternal, abundant, cheerful, living, safe, plenteous, strong, HIDING PLACE, in my Savior, Jesus.

Thank you, Jesus.