Thou art my hiding place.@Psalm 119:114
Jehoida Brewer (1752–1817)

Jehoida Brewer, in the Gospel Magazine, October 1776.

Duane Street George Coles, 1835 (🔊 pdf nwc). Note: Duane Street fits only if an even number of stanzas is used, so the eighth stanza is commonly omitted with this tune.

George Coles (1792–1858)

Hail, sovereign love that formed the plan
To save rebellious, ruined man!
Hail, matchless, free, eternal grace,
That gave my soul a hiding-place.

Against the God that rules the sky,
I fought, with weapons lifted high,
I madly ran the sinful race,
Regardless of a hiding-place.

Enwrapped in thick Egyptian night,
And fond of darkness more than light,
Madly I ran the sinful race,
Secure without a hiding-place.

But thus th’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!

Ere long a heav’nly 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 sevenfold 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 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.