1 Jesus, Saviour of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the waves of trouble roll--
While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, oh my Saviour! hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
Oh receive my soul at last!
2 Other refuge have I none--
Helpless clings my soul to 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.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Jesus, Saviour of my soul |
Meter: | 7s. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Topic: | Man a Saint: Thirsting After God |