Hail, sovereign love which first began,
The scheme to rescue fallen man!
Hail, matchless, free, eternal grace,
Which gave my soul a hiding place!
Enwrapt in thick Egyptian night,
And fond of darkness more than light!
Secure without a hiding place!
…But thus the eternal counsel ran:
“Almighty love–arrest that man!”
I felt the arrows of distress,
And found I had no hiding place!
Indignant Justice stood in view;
To Sinai’s fiery mount I flew!
But Justice cried, with frowning face,
“This mountain is no hiding place!”
E’er long, a heavenly voice I heard,
And Mercy’s angel soon appeared;
He led me on with gentle pace,
To Jesus as my hiding place!
Should sevenfold storms of thunder roll,
And shake the earth from pole to pole;
No thunder bolt could daunt my face,
For Jesus is my hiding place!
On Him almighty vengeance fell,
That would have sunk a world to hell!
He bore it for the chosen race,
And thus became their hiding place!
A few more rolling suns at most,
Shall land me on fair Canaan’s coast;
Where I shall sing the song of grace,
And see my glorious Hiding Place!