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Believers Hymn Book · No. 164 · Words: Robert Cleaver Chapman · Tune: Farrant
My soul amid this stormy world
Create PowerPoint slides from this hymn →A meditative hymn by Plymouth Brethren leader Robert Cleaver Chapman (1803–1902) comparing the soul to a storm-tossed dove longing for Christ. It reflects on the cross and Christ's sufferings as the 'golden chains of love' that draw the believer away from earthly attachments.
Verse 1
My soul amid this stormy world,
Is like some fluttered dove,
And fain would be as swift of wing
And flee to Him I love.
Verse 2
The cords that bound my heart to earth
Are loosed by Jesus' hand;
Before His Cross I now am left
A stranger in the land.
Verse 3
That visage marred, those sorrows deep,
The thorns, the scourge, the gall,
These were the golden chains of love
His captive to enthral.
Verse 4
Fain would I, Saviour, know Thy love,
Which yet no measure knows!
Would search the depths of all Thy wounds
The secret of Thy woes.
Verse 5
Fain would I strike the golden harp
And wear the promised crown;
And at Thy feet, while bending low,
Would sing what grace has done.
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