Jesus, Lover of My Soul
Jesus, lover of my soul,Let me to thy bosom fly,While the billows near me 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,O receive my soul at last.
Other refuge have I none,Hangs my helpless soul on thee;Leave, O 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.
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 pardon 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.