Jesu, 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 stay’d;

All my help from Thee I bring;

Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of Thy wing.

Wilt Thou not regard my call?

Wilt Thou not accept my prayer?

Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall—

Lo! on Thee I cast my care:

Reach me out Thy gracious hand!

While I of Thy strength receive,

Hoping against hope I stand,

Dying, and, behold, I live!

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.

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!