Hidden Away with Jesus

In the sec­ret of His pre­sence!

Hast thou found this blest re­treat

Hid away from care­less seek­ers

And from hur­ry­ing

rest­less feet?

Has thou sought and yet hast found not?

Art thou sad and hea­vy-eyed?

Dost thou whis­per: Oth­ers find Him

Yet my plead­ings are de­nied?

Blest rock of sal­va­tion!

Once riv­en for me

Safely hid in Thy bo­som

I’m rest­ing

yes rest­ing in Thee.

Listen

dear one

Christ is yearn­ing—

With an un­told stress of need—

Straight in­to His hal­lowed pre­sence

Every seek­ing heart to lead.

Cease thy hur­ry­ing and thy strugg­ling:

Cast thy­self prone at His feet;

Yield thy life

thy will

thy all things

To His guid­ance full

com­plete.

Do not quest­ion of the mor­row

Nor the path where He may choose

In His ten­der love to lead thee;

All our plan­nings we must lose

If we would ab­ide each mo­ment

In His pre­sence rest­ful

calm

Finding in His love en­fold­ed

For each hurt a heal­ing balm.

In the sec­ret of His pre­sence

Seeing but His bless­èd face

Thou

e’en thou

tho’ weak and help­less—

Just a sin­ner saved by grace—

Thou canst go and tell the lost ones

Of the Sav­ior thou hast found

Till

in soil now parched and bar­ren

Healing wa­ters may ab­ound.