JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL (TUNE 3)

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 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 stayed,

All my help from thee I bring;

Cover my defenseless head

With the shadow of thy wing.


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.