I was stray­ing when Christ found me
In the night so dark and cold;
Tenderly His arm went round me,
And He bore me to His fold.

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Precious hid­ing place,
Precious hid­ing place,
In the shel­ter of His love;
Not a doubt or fear,
Since my Lord is near,
And I’m shel­tered in His love.

With His nail-scarred hand He bro’t me
To the shel­ter of His love;
Of His grace and will He taught me,
And of heav’n­ly rest above.

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Tho’ the night be dark around me,
I am safe, for He is near;
Never shall my foes con­found me,
While the Sav­ior’s voice I hear.

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