Hiding place
Matthew smithI fought with hand uplifted high
Despised the mention of his grace
Much too proud to seek a hiding place
Wrapped in shadows of the night
Fond of darkness more than light
Blind, I ran the sinful race
I felt no need for a hiding place
But then the eternal council ran
"Almighty love, arrest this man!"
I felt the arrows of distress
And found I hadh no shield, no hiding place
Holy justice stood in view
To sinai's fiery mount I flew
But justice cried with frowning face
"This mountain is no hiding place"
But then a heavenly voice I heard
And mercy for my soul appeared
She led me on with gentle pace
To Jesus as my hiding place
Should seven storms of vengeance roll
And shake this earth from pole to pole
No thunderbolt shall daunt my face
While Jesus is my hiding place
While Jesus is my hiding place
On him almighty vengeance fell
Which would have sunk this world to hell
He bore it for a sinful race
To make himself our hiding place