Jesus Lover Of My Soul

Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high;
Hide me, Oh my Saviour hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
Oh, receive my soul at last.

Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
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.

Thou, Oh 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.

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.