Today’s Monday melody is a Charles Wesley hymn. I recently heard the circumstances behind the origin of this hymn, and so was intrigued and decided to re-read this entire hymn, which gave it a whole new perspective.
Mr. Wesley was preaching in Ireland, when he had to flee from attackers who did not approve of his doctrines. While hiding in the home of a local farmer, he was pursued and hid in the milk house while the farmer’s wife distracted the angry mob with a few refreshments. While they were preoccupied, she slipped down to warn Mr. Wesley, instructing him to hide under the hedge behind the house.
So it was literally while hiding and seeking refuge from danger that he penned these words! What a moment to stop and write a hymn! But how thankful we are that he did.
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 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.
Wilt Thou not regard my call?
Wilt Thou not accept my prayer?
Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall—
Lo! on Thee I cast my care.
Reach me out Thy gracious hand!
While I of Thy strength receive,
Hoping against hope I stand,
Dying, and behold, I live.
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,
Source of all true righteousness;
Thou art evermore the same,
Thou art full of truth and grace.
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.