79 Jesus, Lover of My Soul

1 Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to they bosom fly, While nearer waters roll, While 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 ev’ry 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.