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The Hiding Place
Added: Dec 28, 2005 | Category: Poems
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Hail, sov’reign love, that first began
The scheme to rescue fallen man!
Hail, matchless, free, eternal grace,
That gave my soul a hiding-place!
Against the God who rules the sky,
I fought with hands uplifted high—
Despised the mention of His grace,
Too proud to seek a hiding-place.
But thus th’ eternal counsel ran,
‘Almighty love, arrest that man!’
I felt the arrows of distress,
And found I had no resting-place.
Ere long a heav’nly voice I heard,
And mercy’s angel-form appeared;
She led me on with gentle pace
To Jesus, as my hiding-place.
Should storms of seven-fold thunder roll
And shake the globe from pole to pole,
I rest secure, for sov’reign grace
Hath shut me in my hiding-place.
On Him almighty vengeance fell,
That must have sunk a world to hell;
He bore it for His chosen race,
And thus became their hiding-place.
A few more rolling suns at most
Will land me on fair Canaan’s coast,
Where I shall sing the song of grace,
And see my glorious hiding-place.
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