Fellowship Hall

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!

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 defenseless head With the shadow of Thy wing.

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.