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 Savior, hide!
Till
the storm of life is past;
Safe
into the haven guide,
O
receive my soul at last.
2
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 defenseless head
With
the shadow of Thy wing.
3
Thou,
O Christ, art all I want,
More
than allin Thee I find;
Raise
the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal
the sick, and lead the blind.
Just
and holy is Thy name,
I
am all unrighteousness;
Vile
and full of sinI am,
Thou
art full of truth and grace.
4
Plentous
grace with Thee is found
Grace
to pardon 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;