CHRIST IS MY HIDING PLACE
(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!