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GOD OUR HIDING PLACE




When low'ring clouds deform the sky.
And darkness thickens round,
Sudden the forked lightnings fly,
Loud thunders rock the ground:


The howling blasts, impetuous, sweep
The desolated plain;
The frighted beasts to covert creep;
Home flies the trembling swain!


But louder thunders o'er my head,
My heart with terror fill;
And Btorms of wrath divine I dread,
Which Boul and body kill!


See, on the whirlwind's rapid wing,
The King of terrors ride,
And with him desolation bring!
Myself where can I hide I?


"Haste, sinner! haste," the Saviour cry'd,
"Behold my wounded form!
The cleft of my deep-pierced side
Shall hide thee from the storm."

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates:
      Bible Refs: Ps 32:7;
      MUSIC
      Name: ST. ANNE
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1708
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        Name meter
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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