From the burden of a weary world of care ;
Overshadowed by His mercy, calmly resting,
My Redeemer will protect me there.
He will hide . . . me, . safety hide . . . me, .
Where no sorrow nor temptation can betide me ;
He will hide . . . me, . safely hide . . . me ; .
In the secret of His presence He will hide me.
2 In the secret of His presence He will hide me,
And the brightness of His glory He will show :
While He covers me with light as with a garment,
Oh the rapture that my heart will know !
3 In the secret of His presence He will hide me,
In the secret of His blessed, boundless love ;
There communing and abiding with my Saviour,
What a foretaste of the joys above !