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 Saviour, hide,

Till the storm of life is past ;

Safe into the haven guide.

Oh, receive my soul at last !

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 defenceless 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 ;

Vile, 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 me, 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.

Oh, worship the King,

All glorious above !

Oh, gratefully sing

His power and His love;

Our Shield and Defender,

The Ancient of Days,

Pavilioned in splendour,

And girded with praise.

Oh, tell of His might,

 Oh, sing of His grace !

Whose robe is the light,

Whose canopy space ;

His chariots of wrath

The deep thunder-clouds form,

And dark is His path

On the wings of the storm.

The earth with its store

Of wonders untold,

Almighty ! Thy power

Hath founded of old :

Hath 'stablished it fast

By a changeless decree ;

And round it hath cast,

Like a mantle,the sea.

Thy bountiful care,

What tongue can recite ?

It breathes in the air,

It shines in the light ;

It streams from the hills,

It descends to the plain,

And sweetly distils in

The dew and the rain.

Frail children of dust,

And feeble as frail "

In Thee do we trust,

Nor find Thee to fail :

Thy mercies how tender,

How firm to the end !

Our Maker, Defender,

Redeemer, and Friend !

O measureless Might !

Ineffable Love !

While angels delight

To hymn Thee above,

The humbler creation,

Though feeble their lays,

With true adoration

Shall sing to Thy praise.