Jesus! Thou art my hiding place,
From what my sin demands;
I cling to Thine amazing grace,
Thy feet, Thy side, Thy hands.

Jesus! Thou art my hiding place,
In storm and tempest here;
Though weak, I know Thy love’s embrace,
And cast away my fear.

And Thou wilt be my hiding place,
Should death be hovering round:
Thou wilt bestow sufficient grace
To make my hope abound.

Yea, Thou wilt be my hiding place
On the eternal shore;
I shall in glory see Thy face-
Be sheltered evermore.