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 Savior, hide,
till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
O receive my soul at last.

"Jesus, Lover of My Soul" - Hymns and Sacred Poems (1739)

Jesus, Lover of My Soul