594. PRECIOUS HIDING PLACE

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I Was straying when Christ found me
In the night so dark and cold
Tenderly His arm went round me
And He bore me to His fold.

CHORUS

Precious hiding place,
Precious hiding place,
In the shelter of His love
Not a doubt or fear,
Since my Lord is near,
And I'm sheltered in His love.

With His nail-scarred hand He bro't me
To the shelter of His love
Of His grace and will He taught me,
And of heav'nly rest above.

Tho' the night be dark around me.
I am safe, for He is near
Never shall my foes confound me
While the Saviour's voice I hear.