“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.” StillsSoulLastsPastLife IsWaterHavensLoversSafeLet MeStormGuidesMy SoulBosomsSaviourTempestStorms Of Life Author:Charles Wesley
“The first cup caresses my dry lips and throat, The second shatters the walls of my loneliness, The third explores the dry rivulets of my soul Searching for legends of five thousand scrolls. With the fourth the pain of past injustice vanishes through my pores. The fifth purifies my flesh and bone. With the sixth I commune with the immortals. The seventh conveys such pleasure I am overcome. The fresh wind blows through my wings As I make my way to Penglai.” WayFirstsSoulPainPastPleasureFiveLonelinessWindWallThousandThirdsOvercomingWingsInjusticeLipsBlowBonesFleshMy SoulCupsMy WayTeaDryThroatLegendsFourthFifthSoul SearchingCaressCommunesDry Lips Author:Lu Tong