A sinner was wandering at eventide, His tempter was watching close by at his side ; In his heart raged a battle for right against wrong â But hark ! from the church he hears the sweet song : Jesus, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly.
2. He stopped and listened to every sweet chord, He remembered the time he once loved the Lord : with the throng â But hark ! from the church again swells the song: While the billows near me roll, While the tempest still is high.
3. Oh, tempter, depart, I have served thee too long; I fly to the Saviour, He dwells in that song: Lord, can it be that a sinner like me May find a sweet refuge by coming to Thee? Other refuge have I none ; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee. 1 come, Lord, I come; Thou'lt forgive the dark past, and Oh, receive my soul at last