Hide Me, Lord

[Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. … He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. … The LORD is good, a stronghold in the day of trouble; he knows those who take refuge in him. Psalm 91:1, 4 [NIV]; Nahum 1:7 [ESV]]

Hide me, Lord. for fears abound
That I am powerless to efface.
Your shadow, may my soul surround
Enveloped in Your matchless grace.

Let not my trust in You be weak.
That I should pine away the day.
May You alone be all I seek,
Encircled with Your peace, I pray.

There is, I’m told, a secret place
Far, far away from all concerns
Where life’s a gentler, slower pace
For which my pining spirit yearns.

A higher place above the storms—
Oh Lord, I only long to hide—
A shelter (from the cold) that warms.
Where harbored safely I abide.

There’s many whom I sadly hear
May never find this wondrous place.
They live convinced it is not there,
The look of doubt upon their face.

While others dwell in hidden bliss
Which God will share with those He knows.
So they might live above the stress
Of life’s foreboding fears and woes.

There is no other sheltered rest,
No refuge from the thunderous gale,
No garrison, no eagles’ nest,
No shield, no place within the veil.

The voices of unnumbered crowds,
Their constant booming, echoed din
Those threatening sounds in blackened clouds
Of evil, cruelty, and sin.

In my distress I often wept
To live above it all and yet
I, who, humbly proved so inept
A troubled soul would soon forget

That such a place was always there
And not so far. He walks beside,
As close to me as my next prayer,
His secret place where I might hide.

Beneath Your Shadow, may I be,
Oh Lord, with You in safety hide
At peace within that secrecy
And learn the meaning of “abide.”

Hide me, Lord. for woes abound
That I am powerless to efface.
Your shadow, may my soul surround
Enveloped in Your matchless grace.

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