Christ the Sinner’s Hiding Place
HAIL, sovereign love, that first began
The scheme to rescue fallen man!
Hail, matchless, free, eternal grace,
That gave my soul a hiding place!
Against the God who rules the sky
I fought with hand uplifted high;
Despised the mention of His grace,
Too proud to seek a hiding place.
But thus the eternal counsel ran:
“Almighty love, arrest that man!”
I felt the arrow 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!”
Ere long a heavenly voice I heard,
And Mercy’s angel-form appeared;
She led me on, with placid pace,
To Jesus, as my Hiding Place.
Should storms of seven-fold thunder roll,
And shake the globe from pole to pole,
No flaming bolt could daunt my face,
For Jesus is my Hiding Place.
On Him almighty vengeance fell,
That must have sunk a world to hell;
He bore it for a chosen race,
And thus became their Hiding Place.
A few more rolling suns, at most,
Will land me safe on fair Canaan’s coast,
Where I shall sing the song of grace,
And see my glorious Hiding Place.