Hiding Dear Lord In Thee


Hiding, dear Lord, in Thee,
Ever in Thee, in Thee,
Wither-soe’er my path shall lead,
This shall be all my plea;
Daily direct me in Thy way,
Never permit my steps to stray,
Hiding in Thee, dear Lord, in Thee,
Ever in Thee, in Thee.

Satan may point his darts,
Aiming them at my life,
Striving to poison all my joys,
Tempting to sin and strife;
Still in the shadow of Thy wings,
Calmly secure, my spirit sings,
Hiding in Thee, dear Lord, in Thee,
Ever in Thee, in Thee.

Running to my retreat,
Flying at each alarm,
Tempests of troubles rage in vain;
Nothing disturbs my calm.
Death has a sting no more for me,
Over the grave is victory,
Hiding in Thee, dear Lord, in Thee,
Ever in Thee, in Thee.

Summoned at length above,
Mounting thro’ parted skies,
Hearing the welcome “Come, well done,”
Having obtained the prize;
Still with the myriad harping throng,
Vieing in love, I’ll shout the song,
Glory to Thee, dear Lord, to Thee,
Ever to Thee shall be.