The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
1120.
[That Hiding-place I long to find]
A man shall be as an hiding-place, &c.
—xxxii. 2.
That Hiding-place I long to find,
That sacred Covert from the wind:
Thou Man of grief, Thou God of love,
Receive, and keep my life above,
Conceal me from the furious blast,
Till all the storms of life are pass'd;
Or let the latest tempest come,
And drive me to my heavenly home.
The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||