Now to the haven of thy breast
1
Now to the haven of thy breast,O Son of man, I fly;Be thou my refuge and my rest,For oh! the storm is high.
3
Protect me from the furious blast;My shield and shelter be;Hide me, my Saviour, till o'erpastThe storm of sin I see.
3
As welcome as the water-springIs to a barren place,Jesus, descend on me, and bringThy sweet, refreshing grace.
4
As o'er a parched and weary landA rock extends its shade,So hide me, Saviour, with thy hand,And screen my naked head.
5
How swift to save me didst thou moveIn every trying hour!O still protect me with thy love,And shield me with thy power.