Original published text, from Hymns and Sacred Poems (1740)
 English text
1 Jesu, 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, ah! Leave me not alone,
Still support, and comfort me.
All my trust on thee is stay'd;
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head,
With the shadow of thy wing.
3 Wilt thou not regard my call?
Wilt thou not accept my prayer?
Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall—
Lo! On thee I cast my care:
Reach me out thy gracious hand!
While I of thy strength receive,
Hoping against hope I stand,
Dying, and behold I live!
4 Thou, O Christ, art all I want,
More than all in thee I find:
Raise the fallen, chear 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.
5 Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin:
Let the healing streams abound,
Make, and keep me pure within:
Thou of life the fountain art:
Freely let me take of thee,
Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity!
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Text as set by Thomas Clark in 1807, based on John Rippon's Selection of Hymns
English text
1 Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly;
While the raging billows 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, ah, leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me.
All my trust on thee is stay'd;
All my help from thee I bring:
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
All in 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.
4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to pardon all my sin:
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within:
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee!
Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.
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