Lover Of My Soul (1)
Wesley was conducting one of his many open-air meetings, this one near
Killyleagh, Ireland. During the course of his preaching, a number of
persons who took exception to his views assaulted him. Unable to
withstand the mob, Wesley fled for his life.
took refuge in a farmhouse nearby. Jane Moore, a kind-hearted wife of a
farmer, hid the panting evangelist in the milk house. She was barely in
time, because at that moment some of Wesley’s assailants rushed up.
Moore tried to divert their attention by preparing refreshments. Fearful
that they might search the premises and discover the harried evangelist,
she went to the milk house on the pretext of getting a cold drink for
she bade him, get through the rear window, and hide under the hedge. He
clambered through the window and found a little brook flowing beside the
hedge, forming a pool with overhanging branches that afforded a pleasant
and safe retreat.
waiting for the vindictive Irishmen to give up the search and leave,
Wesley pulled a pencil and paper from his pocket and wrote out the
immortal hymn, Jesus, Lover of My Soul.
George Duffield, author of Stand up for Jesus, another of our famous
songs, once said of Wesley’s hymn, If there is anything in Christian
experience of joy and sorrow, of affliction and prosperity, of life and
death—that hymn truly is the hymn of the ages.
Lover of My Soul
(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 Savior, hide,
'Til 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, O 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.
(3) 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.
Lover Of My Soul (2)
“The Last Hymn,” by Marianne Farningham, the people in a little
Welch community were coming out of the church at sunset and saw a storm
raging out on the ocean. Then to their horrified gaze they see a large
ship falling and rising on the billows, drawn toward the rocky coast.
they watch, unable to rescue, the ship strikes the rocks and breaks in
the middle. Half of it soon goes down. Then
they saw only one figure left, clinging on a spar, moving closer to the
land, but impossible to be reached.
Someone asked the preacher to take the
trumpet and to call something of comfort.
thinks quickly—what would he say? Then the call went out: “Look to
Jesus! Can you hear?”
ay, sir!” was the shout back, as they hear him singing, “Jesus,
lover of my soul.”
the people walked soberly home, they said to one another that he went to
be with Jesus, in the singing of the hymn.