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 is 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.	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; 
	false and full of sin I am; 
	thou art full of truth and grace. 

4.	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.