My Hiding Place
Hail, sovereign love, which first began
The scheme to rescue fallen man!
Hail, matchless, free eternal grace,
Which gave my soul a Hiding Place!
Against the God who built the sky
I fought with hands uplifted high–
Despised the mention of His grace,
Too proud to seek a Hiding Place.
Enwrapt in thick rebellious night,
And fond of darkness more than light,
Madly I ran the sinful race,
Secure–without a Hiding Place!
But thus the eternal counsel ran:
Almighty love: arrest that man!
I felt the arrows of distress,
And found I had no Hiding Place!
Indignant Justice stood in view;
To Sinai’s fiery mount I flew;
But Justice cried with frowning face,
This mountain is no Hiding Place!
Ere long a heavenly voice I heard,
From God’s own holy, precious Word.
He led me by His matchless grace
To JESUS as a Hiding Place!
On Him almighty vengeance fell,
Which must have sunk a world to hell!
He bore it for a sinful race,
And now can be your Hiding Place!
Should sevenfold storms of thunder roll,
And shake this globe from pole to pole,
I’ve trusted Christ’s amazing grace,
And now He is my HIDING PLACE!
You are my hiding place and my shield; I hope in your word.–Psalm 119:114 (ESV)