Precious Hiding Place

I was stray­ing when Christ found me

In the night so dark and cold;

Tenderly His arm went round me

And He bore me to His fold.

Precious hid­ing place

Precious hid­ing place

In the shel­ter of His love;

Not a doubt or fear

Since my Lord is near

And I’m shel­tered in His love.

With His nail-scarred hand He bro’t me

To the shel­ter of His love;

Of His grace and will He taught me

And of heav’n­ly rest ab­ove.

Tho’ the night be dark around me

I am safe

for He is near;

Never shall my foes con­found me

While the Sav­ior’s voice I hear.