| Song | Thou Art My Hiding-Place |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
| Publisher / Copyrights | |
| Key | |
| Tags | Thou Art My Hiding-Place |
| Theme(s) | Prayer And Social Meetings |
| Scripture Reference(s) | |
| CCLI Song No |
Thou Art My Hiding-Place, O Lord,
In Thee I Fix My Trust,
Encouraged By Thy Holy Word,
A Feeble Child Of Dust.
I Have No Argument Beside,
I Urge No Other Plea,
And ’Tis Enough The Saviour Died,
The Saviour Died For Me.
When Storms Of Fierce Temptation Beat,
And Furious Foes Assail,
My Refuge Is The Mercy-Seat,
My Hope Within The Vail.
From Strife Of Tongues And Bitter Words,
My Spirit Flies To Thee;
Joy To My Heart The Thought Affords
My Saviour Died For Me.
And When Thy Awful Voice Commands
This Body To Decay,
And Life, In Its Last Lingering Sands,
Is Ebbing Fast Away
Then, Though It Be In Accents Weak,
My Voice Shall Call On Thee,
And Ask For Strength In Death To Speak
“My Saviour Died For Me.”
