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 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 head With the shadow of thy wing.