O Je­sus, Sav­ior of the lost,
My rock and hid­ing place,
By storms of sin and sor­row tossed,
I seek Thy shel­ter­ing grace.

Guilty, for­give me, Lord, I cry;
Pursued by foes, I come;
A sin­ner, save me, or I die,
An out­cast, take me home.

Once safe in Thine al­migh­ty arms,
Let storms come on amain;
There dan­ger ne­ver, ne­ver harms;
There death it­self is gain.

And when I stand be­fore Thy throne,
And all Thy glo­ries see,
Still be my right­eous­ness alone
To hide my­self in Thee.