1 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.
2 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.
3 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.
4 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.
Source: The Great Awakening: a choice collection of new and standard gospel songs #8