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[O Lord, my God, to Thy dear arms I flee]

“I flee unto Thee to hide me.”—Psalm cxliii. 9.

O Lord, my God, to Thy dear arms I flee,
A hiding place for all that need, Thou art;
And there is room, this New Year's Day, for me
Within the tender foldings of Thy heart.
So come I, like a poor belated dove,
Ruffled and torn by beating winds and rain,
To seek a shelter in Thine ark of love,
And find myself at rest and home again.