1. Jesus, lover of my soul,Let me to thy bosom flyWhile the nearer waters roll,While the tempest still is high;Hide me, O my Savior, 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, oh, 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 headWith the shadow of thy wing.