Jesus, 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.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 defenceless headwith the shadow of thy wing.John Wesley in Before the Door of God, Edited by Jay Hopler and Kimberly Johnson (Yale University Press, 2013)God, in all that is most living and incarnate in him, is not far away from us, altogether apart from the world we see, touch, hear, smell and taste about us. Rather he awaits us every instant in our action, in the work of the moment &hellip