845.
[Thy presence is the secret place]
Thou shalt hide them in the secret of Thy presence.
—xxxi. 20.
Thy presence is the secret place,
To which, Thou know'st, I fain would fly;
Bring me into that wilderness,
With Thee alone to live and die:
From all the miseries I fear,
From all the miseries I feel,
From my own memory severe
Thou only canst my soul conceal.
Come, Lord, Thy glorious face display,
This world of woe and sin to' exclude,
Bear in Thine hands my soul away,
Thyself my long-sought solitude:
I now into Thy hands resign
My life to be conceal'd above,
As satisfied with light Divine,
As quite absorb'd in heavenly love.
