Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord,

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    CGS No.: 
    528

    Verse 1
    Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord,
    In Thee I put my trust;
    Encouraged by Thy holy Word,
    A feeble child of dust;
    I have no argument beside,
    I urge no other plea;
    And 'tis enough my Saviour died,
    My Saviour died for me.

    Verse 2
    When storms of fierce temptation beat,
    And furious foes assail,
    My refuge is the mercy-seat,
    My hope within the veil,
    From strife of tongues and bitter words
    My spirit flies to Thee:
    Joy to my heart the thought affords,
    My Saviour died for me.

    Verse 3
    Mid trials, heavy to be borne,
    When mortal strength is vain,
    A heart with grief and anguish torn,
    A body rack'd with pain, ---
    Ah! what could give the sufferer rest,
    Bid every murmur flee,
    But this, the witness in my breast,
    My Saviour died for me.