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 Savior, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
O, receive my soul at last!
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:
My trust on Thee is stayed;
All my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head
With the shadow of Thy wing,
With the shadow of Thy wing.
Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in Thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Holy is Thy name, I am all unrighteousness,
False, and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of truth and grace,
Thou art full of truth and grace.
Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within.
Fountain of life Thou art,
Freely let me take of Thee;
Spring up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity,
Rise to all eternity.