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 Saviour, 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, 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.

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;
Vile And Full Of Sin I Am;
Thou Art Full Of Truth And Grace.

Plenteous Grace With Thee Is
Found,
Grace…