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;
Save into the haven guide; O receive my soul at last!
Other refuge have I none; Hamgs 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.
Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound; Make and keep me pure with in.
Thou of life the Fountain art, Freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.
WVNan, may the Great Physician minister to you this day. May you rest securely in HIS arms during this 'tempest.'