O Je­sus, Sav­ior 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.