O Jesus, Savior of the Lost

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.