Jesu, 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 is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last. Charles Wesley More Quotes by Charles Wesley More Quotes From Charles Wesley When summoned hence to thine eternal sleep, Oh, may'st thou smile while all around thee weep. Charles Wesley tears sleep may HARK how all the Welkin rings Charles Wesley christmas angel kings