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CJesus, lovGer Dmof my Csoul, Let me Dmto thy Gbosom Cfly, While the G7nearer waters Croll, While the G7tempest still is Chigh. Hide me, O my GSavior, Chide, Till the storm of Glife is G7past. CSafe into the Ghaven Cguide; Oh, receive my G6soul at Clast.
COther refuGge Dmhave IC none; Hangs mDmy helpless Gsoul on Cthee. Leave, oh,G7 leave me not Calone; Still suppG7ort and comfort mCe. All my trust on Gthee is Cstayed; All my help from tGhee I brG7ing. Cover mCy defenGselessC head With the shadow G6of thy Cwing.