Jesus Lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the Tempest Still is nigh.
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide"
Till the storm of life be past,
safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last.

Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul to 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 head
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.
Just and holy is Thy name,
I am all unrighteousness,
False and full of sin l am,
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.
Thou of life the fountain art;
Freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.