Jesus, Lover of My Soul

Verse 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.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 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;
false and full of sin I am;
thou art full of
truth and grace.

Verse 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.