My soul beneath Thy care
May fold its wings in perfect peace,
And fear no danger there.
My Hiding Place, my Hiding Place,
When stormy billows roll ;
My Rock, my Hope, my sure Defence,
The Anchor of my soul.
2 Thou art, O Lord, my Hiding Place
From storm and tempest wild ;
For naught can harm the humblest one
Whom Thou hast made Thy child.
3 Thou art, O Lord, my Hiding Place
From strong temptation's power ;
For Thou hast promised by Thy grace
To keep me hour by hour.
4 Thou art, O Lord, my Hiding Place :
My life is hid with Thee ;
Lord, Thou art mine, and I am Thine,
Through all eternity.