5. The Hiding Place

1 Hail sovereign love, that first began
The scheme to rescue fallen man;
Hail, matchless free eternal grace,
That gave my soul a hiding place.

2 Against the God that built the sky,
I fought with hands uplifted high;
Despis'd the mansions of his grace,
Too proud to seek a hiding place.

3 Enwrapt in dark Egyptian night,
And fond of darkness more that light,
Madly I ran the sinful race,
Secure without a hiding place.

4 But lo! the eternal council ran,
Almighty love arrests the man;
I felt the arrows of distress,
And found I had no hiding place!

5 Vindictive justice stood in view,
To Sinai's fiery mount I flew;
But justice cry'd with frowning face,
This mountain is no hiding place!

6 But lo! a heav'nly voice I heard,
And mercy's angel soon appear'd:
He lead me on a pleasing pace,
To Jesus Christ, my hiding place!

7 Should sev'n fold storms of vengeance roll,
And shake this globe from pole to pole:
No thunder-bolt shall daunt my face,
While Jesus is my hiding place!

8 On him almighty vengeance fell,
Which else had sunk a world to hell;
He bore it for his chosen race,
And thus became their hiding place!

9 Roll on, thou sun, in rapid haste,
And bring me to that constant feast,
Where mirthful songs of sov'reign grace,
Are sung to him the hiding place.

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First Line: Hail sovereign love, that first began
Title: The Hiding Place
Language: English
Publication Date: 1800
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