Jesus, Lover of My Soul [Latvian translation]

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:

Oh, receive my soul at last.

Other Refuge have I? None;

Hangs my helpless soul in 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!

Wilt Thou not regard my call?

With Thou not accept my prayer?

Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall!

Lo! on Thee I cast my care.

Reach me out Thy gracious hand:

While I of Thy strength receive

Hoping against hope I stand,

Dying, and behold! I live!

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.

Plenteous grace with Thee is found,

Grace to cover all my sin!

Let the healing streams abound;

Make and keep me pure within.

Thou of life the Fountain art:

Freely let me take of Thee.

Spring Thou up within my heart,

Rise to all eternity.