The place it is hidden, the place it is seal’d,
The place it is hidden till it is reveal’d;
The place is in Jesus, to Jesus we’ll go,
And there find redemption from sorrow and wo.
That place it is hidden by reason of sin;
Alas! you can’t see the sad state you are in!
You’re blind and polluted, in prison and pain;
O how can such rebels redemption obtain!
But if you are wounded and bruised by the fall,
Then up and be doing! For you he doth call;