O Jesus, Saviour of the lost,

My Rock and Hiding-place,

By storms of sin and sorrow tost,

I seek thy sheltering grace.

2 Guilty, forgive me, Lord! I cry;

Pursued by foes, I come;

A sinner, save me, or I die;

An outcast, take me home.

3 Once safe in thine almighty arms,

Let storms come on amain;

There danger never, never harms;

There death itself is gain.

4 And when I stand before thy throne

And all thy glory see,

Still be my righteousness alone

To hide myself in thee.