Jesus Lover of My Soul

A classic Charles Wesley hymn. Did he write it in a storm? When a bird flew into his office? When he was chased by a crowd after preaching?

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, 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 on Thee is stayed, all my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless 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!
Vile 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.