1 Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the raging billows 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, O, leave me not alone!
Still support and comfort me;
All my trust on thee is stay'd;
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.
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First Line: | Jesus, lover of my soul |
Meter: | 7s. Double |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Notes: | Tune for 231 in "American Sunday School Hymn Book" (ASS1860a). [Tune, page 73] |