99. Jesus, lover of my soul

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 Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
Oh, 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!

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First Line: Jesus, lover of my soul
Title: Jesus, lover of my soul
Language: English
Publication Date: 1881
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