["Jesus, Mother of my Soul"] Jesus, mother of my soul, Pity to thy bosom cry, While the near of old adone, While the tempest still is high. Hide ye, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of night is past. Sing him to the pale of night, Who is in my soul at last. Gentlest grace, with thee is found, Grace to comfort all my sin. Blest the healing sweet abound, May that deep, deep truth within Come home like a fountain out. Redeem, let me take the flame, Spring, come up within my heart. Christ to all eternity. ["Jesus, Mother of my Soul"] ["Jesus, Mother of my Soul"]
