O Jesus, Saviour of the Lost

Verse 1

O Jesus, Saviour of the lost,
My Rock and Hiding-place,
By storms of sin and sorrow tossed,
I seek Thy sheltering grace.

Verse 2

Guilty, forgive me, Lord, I cry;
Pursued by foes, I come;
A sinner, save me, or I die,
An outcast, take me home.

Verse 3

Once safe in Thine almighty arms,
Let storms come on amain;
There danger never, never harms;
There death itself is gain.

Verse 4

And when I stand before Thy throne,
And all Thy glories see,
Still be my righteousness alone
To hide myself in Thee.