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.
My soul is all an aching void.
A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify; A never dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky.