Don Fortner

         (Tune: O For A Thousand Tongues #46 CM)


             A Man there is in heav'n above

                 Who is my Hiding Place,

            His intercession, grace and love

              Quieten my heart with peace.


          When chilling winds and tempests blow

               And give my soul distress,

            To Christ, my Hiding Place, I go;

                I'm safe upon His breast!


            Thirsty, in this dry land, I flee

               To Christ, my Hiding Place;

             Rivers of water, flowing free,

              Refresh my heart with grace!


             Beneath the shadow of this Rock

                My weary soul finds rest;

          In Christ, my Hiding Place, my Rock,

                  I am forever blessed!


           O weary, helpless, thirsting soul,

                Come to the Hiding Place;

             For sinners grace is bountiful

               In Christ the Hiding Place!