- 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; O receive my soul at last. - 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. - 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. - 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.