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 heaven guide;
Oh, 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 three I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy Name,
Source of all true righteousness;
Thou art evermore the same,
Thou art full of truth and grace.
– A hymn by Charles Wesley