CHRIST IS MY HIDING PLACE

Don Fortner

(Tune: O For A Thousand Tongues #46 CM)

A Man there is in heav'n above

Who is my Hiding Place,

His intercession, grace and love

Quieten my heart with peace.

When chilling winds and tempests blow

And give my soul distress,

To Christ, my Hiding Place, I go;

I'm safe upon His breast!

Thirsty, in this dry land, I flee

To Christ, my Hiding Place;

Rivers of water, flowing free,

Refresh my heart with grace!

Beneath the shadow of this Rock

My weary soul finds rest;

In Christ, my Hiding Place, my Rock,

I am forever blessed!

O weary, helpless, thirsting soul,

Come to the Hiding Place;

For sinners grace is bountiful

In Christ the Hiding Place!