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Amidst the sorrows of the way |
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Lord Jesus, teach my soul to pray |
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Let me taste Thy special grace |
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And run to Christ, my hiding place |
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You know the vileness of my heart |
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So prone to act the rebel's part |
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And when You veil Your lovely face |
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How can I find a hiding place |
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Hiding place, hiding place |
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Lord, guide my wandering feet |
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Draw me to Thy mercy seat |
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I've nought to trust but sovereign grace |
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Thou only art my hiding place |
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How unstable is my heart |
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Sometimes I take the tempter's part |
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And slight the tokens of Thy grace |
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And seem to want no hiding place |
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Hiding place, hiding place |
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But when Thy spirit shines within |
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Makes me feel the plague of sin |
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And how I long to see Thy face |
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'Tis then I want a hiding place |
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Lord Jesus, shine and then I can |
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Feel sweetness in salvation's plan |
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And as a sinner plead for grace |
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Christ, the sinner's hiding place |
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And as a sinner plead for grace |
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Christ, the sinner's hiding place |
