131. Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to Thy
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 be 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 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:
Vile, and full of sin I am; Thou art full of truth and grace.
4 Plenteous grace with Thee is found; Grace to pardon 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.