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. 

Jesus, Lover of My Soul

  • Jesus Lover ofMy Soul Song 1123:01

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