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.