In the Secret Place of God

He that dwell­eth in the sec­ret

Place of God

Most High

When the days of bit­ing bit­ter­ness

And tra­vail draw­eth nigh

With the crim­soned lin­tel over

And the shel­tering so­lace sure

Doth ab­ide be­neath the sha­dow

Of Om­ni­po­tence

se­cure.

Art thou dwell­ing in this hid­ing

Underneath the sprin­kled blood?

Is thy soul

by grace

abid­ing

In the sec­ret place of God?

There is full­ness there

and sweet­ness;

All thy pow’rs find full em­ploy

Gladness

com­fort­ing

com­plete­ness

Peace

and ev­er­last­ing joy.

He a re­fuge is

and fort­ress

Unto all who trust;

From the fowl­er’s snare and pes­ti­lence

He ran­som­eth the just;

His truth is shield and buck­ler—

So the po­tent pro­mise rings—

And there’s rest

de­light and safe­ty

’Neath the cov­er of His wings.

He hath said it: I will an­swer

Him who calls on Me;

I will hon­or and de­liv­er him

From trou­ble set him free;

Because his love is on Me still

My name to glo­ri­fy

I will save and sa­tis­fy him

And will give him life on high.