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 be 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 cleanse from every 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.

Amen.