Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let to thy bosom fly,
While nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high.
Hide me , oh 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 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 they wing.

Thou, oh Christ art all I want;
More than all in thee I fine;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name;
I am all unrighteousness;
False and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of truth and grace.

Plenteous grace witth theee 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,
Me to eternity.