Infinite love! that first be­gan
A scheme to res­cue fall­en man;
Infinite love and bound­less grace
That gave my soul a hid­ing place.

Low in the dust, I pros­trate laid,
A guil­ty soul in death’s dark shade;
Burdened with sin, I cried for grace,
Is there, O God, no hid­ing place?

To Si­nai’s fie­ry mount I flew,
Indignant Jus­tice stood in view,
And cried aloud, with frown­ing face,
This mount­ain is no hid­ing place.

But soon a heav­en­ly voice I heard,
And Je­sus on the cross ap­peared;
He bade me come, and seek His face,
And find in Him a hid­ing place.

I come, and now, am all Thine own,
Who plead for me be­fore the throne,
Who looked in­to Thy Fa­ther’s face,
And bought for me a hid­ing place.

My rock, my tow­er, to Thee I come;
I wait for Thee to call me home,
Where I shall see Thee, face to face,
Safe in Thy bless­èd hid­ing place.