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 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, 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 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 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.