Jesus, lover of my soul, let me to thy bosom fly while the nearer waters roll. While the tempest still is high, hide me, oh my Savior, hide till the storms of life be passed. Safe, into the haven, dying. Oh, receive my soul at last. Ask him. Plead with him. Cry out unto him in those words, and he'll receive you. And you'll end by saying, thou, oh Christ, are all I want. More than all in thee, I find.