O Jesus, Saviour of the lost,My rock and hiding place,
By storms of sin and sorrow tossed,
I seek Thy sheltering grace.
Guilty, forgive me, Lord, I cry,
Pursued by foes I come;
A sinner, save me, or I die,
An outcast, take me home.
Once safe in Thine almighty arms,
Let storms come on amain:
There danger never, never harms,
There death itself is gain.
And when I stand before Thy Throne,
And all Thy glories see,
Still be my righteousness alone
To hide myself in Thee.
Bishop Edward H. Bickersteth
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