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.