1	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,     O receive my soul at last!
2	Other refuge have I none;     Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, O 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!
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; Vile and full of sin I am,     Thou art full of truth and grace.
Charles Wesley