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.

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 though! affords,

My Saviour died for me.

Mid trials, heavy to be borne,

When mortal strength is vain,

A heart With grief and anguish torn

A body rack'd with pain,

Ah! what could give the Sufferer rest,

Bid every murmur flee,

But this, the witness is my breast,

My Saviour died for me.