Je­sus, lov­er of my soul,
Bids me in His bo­som stay,
And tho’ bil­lows round me roll,
I am safe­ly hid away;
For He holds me in His arms,
Quite be­yond the tem­pest’s reach,
And He whis­pers in my heart
Words un­known to hu­man speech.

Other re­fuge have I none,
He my ha­bi­ta­tion is;
Here no ev­il can befall—
I am kept in per­fect peace.
I am co­vered all day long
With the sha­dow of His wing;
Dwell in safe­ty thro’ the night,
Waking, this is what I sing.

Thou, O Christ, art all I want,
Rest my help­less soul on Thee;
Thou wilt ne­ver leave alone
Nor for­get to com­fort me.
Thou hast saved my soul from death,
Thou hast scat­tered all my fears,
And the sun­shine of Thy face
Sweetly dri­eth all my tears.