8-7s. 1 JESU, 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 Saviour, 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 defenceless 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.
