Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord ! In Thee I put my trust ; Encouraged by Thy holy Word, A feeble child of dust : I have no argument beside, I urge no other plea ; And 'tis enough my Saviour died, My Saviour died for me !
2. When storms of fierce temptation beat, And furious foes assail, My refuge is the mercy-seat, My hope within the vail : From strife of tongues and bitter My spirit flies to Thee ; [words Joy to my heart the thought affords---- My Saviour died for me !
3. And when Thine awful voice commands This body to decay, And life in its last lingering sands Is ebbing fast away---- Then, though it be in accents weak, My voice shall call on Thee, And ask for strength in death to speak, " My Saviour died for me !â