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Thou art my hiding place.
Psalm 32:7.
To thee, O God! to thee,
With lowly heart I bend;
Lord, to my prayer attend,
And haste to succor me,
Thou never-failing friend!
For seas of trouble o’er me roll,
And ’whelm with tears my sinking soul.
2 On thee, O God! on thee,
With humble hope I’ll lean;
Thou who hast ever been
A hiding place to me
In many a troubled scene;
Whose heart, with love and mercy fraught,
Back to the fold thy wanderer brought.
Wm. Wilson.