711    L.M.     D. Herbert
The Hiding Place. Isa. 32. 2; Ps. 32. 7

1 Amidst the sorrows of the way,
  Lord Jesus, teach my soul to pray;
  And let me taste thy special grace,
  And run to Christ, my Hiding-place.

2 Thou know’st the vileness of my heart,
  So prone to act the rebel’s part;
  And when thou veil’st thy lovely face,
  Where can I find a hiding-place?

3 Lord, guide my silly, wandering feet,
  And draw me to thy mercy-seat.
  I’ve nought to trust but sovereign grace;
  Thou only art my Hiding-place.

4 O how unstable is my heart!
  Sometimes I take the tempter’s part,
  And slight the tokens of thy grace,
  And seem to want no hiding-place.

5 But when thy Spirit shines within,
  And makes me feel the plague of sin;
  Then how I long to see thy face!
  ’Tis then I want a hiding-place.

6 Lord Jesus, shine, and then I can
  Feel sweetness in salvation’s plan;
  And as a sinner, plead for grace,
  Through Christ, the sinner’s Hiding-place.