Jesus, Lover of My Soul
Je-sus, lov-er of my soul,
Let me to Thy bo-som fly,
While the near-er wa-ters roll,
While the tem-pest still is high:
Hide me, O my Sav-ior, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe in-to the ha-ven guide,
O re-ceive my soul at last!
Oth-er ref-uge have I none,
Hangs my help-less soul on Thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not a-lone,
Still sup-port and com-fort me!
All my trust on Thee is stayed,
All my help from Thee I bring;
Cov-er my de-fense-less head
With the shad-ow of Thy wing.
Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in Thee I find;
Raise the fall-en, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick and lead the blind.
Just and ho-ly is Thy name;
I am all un-right-eous-ness;
False and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of truth and grace.
Plen-teous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to cov-er all my sin;
Let the heal-ing streams a-bound;
Make and keep me pure with-in:
Thou of life the foun-tain art,
Free-ly let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up with-in my heart,
Rise to all e-ter-ni-ty.