Jesus, lover of my soul
Let me to thy bosom fly
While the nearer waters roll
While the tempest still is high
Hide me, oh my Savior, 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 defenseless head
With the shadow of thy wing

Thou, oh Christ art all I want;
More than all in thee I find;
Raise thou 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