JESU, Lover of my soul,
By A Collection of Hymns

      8-7s.
      1 JESU, 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,
      O 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 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.

      4 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.