Hail sov'reign love that first began, <br />The scheme to rescue fallen man; <br />Hail matchless, free, eternal grace, <br />That gave my soul a Hiding-Place. <br /> <br />Against the God that rules the sky, <br />I fought with hands uplifted high; <br />Despis'd the mentions of his grace, <br />Too proud to seek a Hiding-Place. <br /> <br />Enwrapt in thick Egyptian night, <br />And fond of darkness more than light, <br />Madly I ran the sinful race, <br />Secure without a Hiding-Place. <br /> <br />But thus the eternal counsel ran, <br />Almighty Love arrest that man; <br />I felt the arrows of distress, <br />And saw that I'd no Hiding-Place. <br /> <br />Indignant Justice stood in view, <br />To Sina's fiery mount I flew; <br />But Justice cry'd with frowning face, <br />This mountain is no Hiding-Place. <br /> <br />Ere long a Heav'nly voice I heard, <br />And Mercy's angel form appear'd, <br />She led me on with placid pace, <br />To Jesus as my Hiding-Place. <br /> <br />Should storms of sevenfold thunder roll, <br />And shake the globe from pole to pole, <br />No flaming bolt should daunt my face, <br />For Jesus is my Hiding-Place. <br /> <br />On him almighty vengeance fell, <br />That must have sunk the world to hell: <br />He bore it for the chosen race, <br />And thus became their Hiding-Place. <br /> <br />A few more rolling suns at most, <br />Shall land us on fair Canaan's coast, <br />Where we shall sing the song of grace, <br />And see our glorious Hiding-Place.<br /><br />Henry Livingston Jr.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hiding-place/
