First Line: Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord ,

Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord !
In Thee I put my trust ;
Encouraged by Thy holy Word,
A feeble child of dust :
I have no argument beside,
I urge no other plea ;
And 'tis enough my Saviour died,
My Saviour died for me !

2 When storms of fierce temptation beat,
And furious foes assail,
My refuge is the mercy-seat,
My hope within the vail :
From strife of tongues and bitter
My spirit flies to Thee ; [words
Joy to my heart the thought affords----
My Saviour died for me !

3 And when Thine awful voice commands
This body to decay,
And life in its last lingering sands
Is ebbing fast away----
Then, though it be in accents weak,
My voice shall call on Thee,
And ask for strength in death to speak,
My Saviour died for me !”