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; O 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.
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.