Words: , 1849.

Music: Mar­tyr­dom, , 1800; ar­ranged by , cir­ca 1885.

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.