1  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 Savior, hide,

    Till the storm of life is past;

    Safe into the haven guide;

    O receive my soul at last.

 2  Other refuge have I none,

    Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;

    Leave, oh, 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.

 3  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.

 4  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.