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;
Oh, 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.

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