The Hiding Place

Infinite love! that first be­gan

A scheme to res­cue fall­en man;

Infinite love and bound­less grace

That gave my soul a hid­ing place.

Low in the dust

I pros­trate laid

A guil­ty soul in death’s dark shade;

Burdened with sin

I cried for grace

Is there

O God

no hid­ing place?

To Si­nai’s fie­ry mount I flew

Indignant Jus­tice stood in view

And cried aloud

with frown­ing face

This mount­ain is no hid­ing place.

But soon a heav­en­ly voice I heard

And Je­sus on the cross ap­peared;

He bade me come

and seek His face

And find in Him a hid­ing place.

I come

and now

am all Thine own

Who plead for me be­fore the throne

Who looked in­to Thy Fa­ther’s face

And bought for me a hid­ing place.

My rock

my tow­er

to Thee I come;

I wait for Thee to call me home

Where I shall see Thee

face to face

Safe in Thy bless­èd hid­ing place.