1 Hail, boundless 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 rules the sky
I fought with hands uplifted high;
Despis'd his rich, abounding grace,
Too proud to seek a hiding-place.
3 But thus th'eternal counsel ran,
"Almighty love arrest that man;"
I felt the arrows of distress,
And found I had no hiding-place.
4 Indignant justice stood in view,
To Sinai's fiery mount I flew;
But justice cry'd with frowning face,
"This mountain is no hiding-place."
Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #334