In Temptation

Jesus, 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!

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 stayed,

All my help from thee I bring;

Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of thy wing.

Wilt thou not regard my call?

Wilt thou not accept my prayer?

Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall!

Lo! on thee I cast my care!

Reach me out thy gracious hand

While I of thy strength receive,

Hoping against hope I stand,

Dying, and behold I live!

Thou, O Christ, art all I want;

More than all in thee I find:

Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick and lead the blind!

Just and holy is thy name;

I am all unrighteousness;

False and full of sin I am,

Thou art full of truth and grace.

Plenteous grace with thee is found,

Grace to cover all my sin;

Let the healing streams abound,

Make and keep me pure within:

Thou of life the fountain art;

Freely let me take of thee,

Spring thou up within my heart,

Rise to all eternity!