1 Hide me, Lord, in Thy pavilion!
From proud men Thy servant hide;
In Thy tabernacle’s secret
Let my soul by grace abide.
When my cords are strained to breaking,
And my curtains riven far,
Be my tent, and in Thy covert
Keep me from the tempest’s war.
2 Hide me, Lord, in Thy pavilion!
From men’s tongues Thy servant hide;
Still their strife and my confusion
In love’s calm and mighty tide.
When across my hush of wonder
Falls the terror of the flood,
Stretch Thy love—a tent with curtains
Set for everlasting good.
3 Hide me, Lord, in Thy pavilion!
From the glare of noonday hide;
And from fear of cloud and darkness
With Thine hand of mercy guide.
When I may not go in safety,
Thou shalt hover where I stay;
So at length, in Thee pavilioned,
I shall tent on Love’s Highway.
Source: Praise and Worship Hymns #143