AGH 100

Verse 1

Jesus, lover of my souls
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 is past;
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last,

Verse 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,

Verse 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,

Verse 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. Amen.