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