CXLIX.

THE HIDING PLACE.

(Brewer.)

1. AGAINST the God that rules the sky, I fought with hands uplifted high; Despised the mention of his grace, Secure, yet had no hiding-place.

2. Enwrapt in thick Egyptian night And loving darkness more than light, Madly I ran the sinful race,

Too proud to seek a hiding-place.

3. But thus th' eternal counsel ran, "Almighty Grace, arrest that man:" I felt the terrors of distress,

And found I had no hiding-place.

4. Indignant justice stood in view!
To Sinai's fiery mount I flew ;
But Justice cried, with frowning face,
"This mountain is no hiding-place."

5. Ere long a graeious voice I heard,
And Mercy's heavenly form appear'd;
She led me on, with smiling face,
To Jesus Christ-my hiding-place!

On

2. Loosed from my God, and far removed,

Long have I wander'd to and fro;
O'er earth in endless circles roved,
Nor found whereon to rest below;
Back to my God at last I fly :
For Oh, the waters still are high!

3. Selfish pursuits, and nature's maze,

The things of earth for Thee I leave ;
Put forth thine hand, thine hand of grace,
Into the ark of God receive:
Take this weak fluttering soul to rest
And lodge it, Saviour, in thy breast.
4. Fill with inviolable peace,

Stablish and keep my settled heart;
In thee may all my wand'rings cease,
From thee no more may I depart:
Thy utmost goodness call'd to prove,
Loved with an everlasting love!

CXXXVI.

THEE WILL I LOVE.

Music, as 22nd Hymn: Magdulen Collection: 1. THEE will I love, my Strength, my Tower,

Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crowni

Thee will I love with all my power,
In all Thy works, and Thee alone:
Thee will I love, till the pure fire
Fill all my soul with chaste desire.
2. Ah! why did I so late Thee know,
Thee, lovelier than the sons of men?
Ah! why did I no sooner go

To thee, the only ease in pain?
Ashamed I sigh, and inly mourn
That I so late to thee did turn.
3. In darkness willingly I stray'd,

I sought thee, yet from thee I roved; Far wide my wandering thoughts were spread,

Thy creatures more than Thee I loved: And now if more at length I see,

'Tis through Thy light, and comes from Thee.

CXXXVII.

SECOND PART.

4. I THANK Thee, uncreated Sun,
That Thy bright beams on me have
shined;

I thank thee, who hast overthrown
My foes, and heal'd my wounded mind: