1. Jesus, lover of my soul,

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 saviour, 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 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 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; Vile 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.