Jesus, refuge 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 be past!
Safe into the haven guide,
O, receive me home at last!
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.
Thou, O Christ, art all I want,
All I need in thee I find;
Thou didst strengthen me when faint,
Now my eyes no more are blind.
Thou of life the fountain art;
Rich supplies I find in thee,
Springing up within my heart,
Rising to eternity.