Hiding, Dear Lord, in Thee

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.