Hiding in Thee

O safe to the Rock that is high­er than I

My soul in its con­flicts and sor­rows would fly;

So sin­ful

so wea­ry

Thine

Thine

would I be;

Thou blest Rock of Ag­es

I’m hid­ing in Thee.

Hiding in Thee

hid­ing in Thee

Thou blest Rock of Ag­es

I’m hid­ing in Thee.

In the calm of the noon­tide

in sor­row’s lone hour

In times when temp­ta­tion casts o’er me its pow­er;

In the tem­pests of life

on its wide

heav­ing sea

Thou blest Rock of Ag­es

I’m hid­ing in Thee.

How oft in the con­flict

when pressed by the foe

I have fled to my re­fuge and breathed out my woe;

How often

when tri­als like sea bil­lows roll

Have I hid­den in Thee

O Thou rock of my soul.