In Christ My Hiding Place — Don Fortner

(Tune: # 131 — Lift up, Lift up your Voices Now — LM)

1.    This world’s a waste and barren land,

A rugged path o’er scorching sand;

But through this desert we must haste,

Before the joys of heav’n we taste.

2.    To scare this trembling soul of mine,

God’s law and hell appear combined; —

What frowns of justice cloud the sky,

And raise the violent tempest high!

3.    But there on Calv’ry’s summit stands

The Man who, with extended hands,

Invites me to His op’ning side,

“Come, weary sinner safely hide.”

4.    Weary and foul, with sin replete,

My soul flies to this blest Retreat: —

This Rock hides me from scorching beams,

And from it flows salvation’s streams.

5.    In Christ my Hiding-Place so good,

I’ll fear no storms, I’ll dread no flood;

But smiling at the threat’ning waves,

I’ll bless Jehovah, God Who saves.

Don Fortner

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