hymns-for-the-poor-of-the-flock-v4

189. ‘Jesus, Saviour of the soul.’

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1. Jesus, Saviour of the soul,
Let us to Thy bosom fly,
While the raging billows roll,
While the tempest still is high;
Hide us, O our Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past:
Safe into the haven guide,
There receive Thy church at last.

2. Other refuge have we none,
Helpless, hanging still on Thee; 
Leave, O leave us not alone,
Still our stay and comfort b e;
All our trust on Thee is stay’d,
All our help from Thee we b rin g; 
Cover each defenceless head 
With the shadow of Thy wing.

3. Thou, O Lord, art all we want,
Boundless love in Thee we find; 
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind. 
Just and holy is Thy name,
We are all unrighteousness;
We are full of sin and shame 
Thou art full of truth and grace.

4. Plenteous grace with Thee is found
Grace to pardon ev’ry sin;
Let the healing streams abound, 
Make and keep us pure within. 
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let us take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within each heart, 
Rise to all eternity.