1. There’s a hiding place so calm,
    Beneath His wings, beneath His wings;
    It’s a covert from the storm,
    Beneath His wings, beneath His wings.
    When hearts grow cold and far from Him,
    Life is vain, needing rest,
    There is a hiding place within,
    ‘Neath His wings, on Saviour’s breast.

2. There’s a dwelling place of God,
    A secret place, a secret place;
    Surely drawn by love’s strong cord,
    Find dwelling place, safe dwelling place.
    Abiding e’er, He satisfies,
    Known to Him is my name,
    He’ll answer me and hear my cries,
    Trusting Him, in His dear name.

3. He’s a rock in weary land,
    A shadow great, a shadow great;
    Misspent life on sinking sand,
    Finds shadow great, a shadow great.
    Though empty now, the sin-sick soul,
    Helpless poor, aching breast,
    Now captives bound, He frees them all,
    Blessed Rock, my home and nest.

4. He’s the arm, God’s arm of strength,
    He’ll bear me through, He’ll bear me through;
    He was poor to be my wealth,
    He’ll bear me through, He’ll bear me through.
    He bore my sicknesses, my pain,
    For my health was He scourged,
    His loving-kindness not in vain,
    Trusting Him, my sin was purged.
 
5. There’s a haven for my soul,
    Within the veil, within the veil;
    Entered He to fix the goal,
    Within the veil, within the veil.
    For me a hope, both steadfast sure,
    Anchored fast, I’ll not fail;
    The great High Priest, so matchless pure,
    Welcomes me, within the veil.