Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the gathering waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last! Noddfa arall nid oes un Wrthyt glyn fy enaid gwan: Paid am gadael, bydd dy Hun Imi'n gysur ac yn rhan: Ti yw Gwrthrych mawr fy ffydd, Ti yw 'nghymorth, neb ond Ti; Cudd fy mhen digysgod, cudd Odan nawdd dy adain Di. Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cleanse from every 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.