January 29, 2017
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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.
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 com...
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