Jesus, Lover of My Soul

Jesus, Lover of my soul,Let me to Thy bosom fly,While the waters nearer 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!

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 headWith the shadow of Thy wing.

Wilt Thou not regard my call?Wilt Thou not accept my prayer?Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall;Lo! on Thee I cast my care.Reach me out Thy gracious hand!While I of Thy strength receive,Hoping against hope I stand,Dying, and, behold, I live!

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 I 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.