Scripture Verse

Thou art my hiding place; Thou shalt preserve me from trouble. Psalm 32:7

Introduction

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Thomas Raffles (1788–1863)

Words: Tho­mas Raf­fles, 1838.

Music: St. Le­on­ard (Hiles) Hen­ry Hiles, 1867 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

  • Chester (Ora­to­ry) Ora­to­ry Hymns, 1868 (🔊 pdf nwc)
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Henry Hiles (1826–1904)

Lyrics

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 Sav­ior died,
My Sav­ior died for me.

When storms of fierce temp­ta­tion beat,
And fu­ri­ous foes as­sail,
My re­fuge is the mer­cy seat,
My hope with­in the veil.
From strife of tongues and bit­ter words
My spir­it flies to Thee:
Joy to my heart the thought af­fords,
My Sav­ior died for me.

’Mid tri­als hea­vy to the be borne,
When mor­tal strength is vain,
A heart with grief and ang­uish torn,
A bo­dy racked with pain,
Ah! what could the suf­fer­er rest,
Bid ev­ery mur­mur flee,
But this, the wit­ness in my breast
That Je­sus died for me?

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,
And faint and trem­bling­ly,
O give me strength in death to speak,
My Sav­ior died for me.