1. 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 be past;

safe into the haven guide,

O receive my soul at last.

2. 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.

3. Plenteous grace with thee is found,

grace to cleanse from every 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 with in my heart,

rise to all eternity.