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 Savior, 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, Oh, 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;
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.