Jesus, Lover of My Soul

Jesus, Lover of my soul, 

Bids me on 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 to my heart, 

Words unknown to human speech.

Thou of life the fountain art;

Thou dost wash me white as snow;

I’m content to dwell apart 

From all else, Thy love to know;

Blessed Son of righteousness,

I so love to look on Thee,

That mine eyes are growing blind

To the things once dear to me.

Plenteous grace with Thee is found,

Grace to cover all my need;

Full supplies in Christ abound–

Soul and body on Him feed;

Soon my Lord will take me home

On that great translation tide,

Ever-more with Him to roam

As His spotless, glorious bride.