He Hideth My Soul
A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,�A wonderful Savior to me;�He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,�Where rivers of pleasure I see.
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,�That shadows a dry, thirsty land;�He hideth my life in the depths of His love,�And covers me there with His hand,�And covers me there with His hand.
A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,�He taketh my burden away,�He holdeth me up and I shall not be moved,�He giveth me strength as my day.
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,�That shadows a dry, thirsty land;�He hideth my life in the depths of His love,�And covers me there with His hand,�And covers me there with His hand.
When clothed with His brightness transported I rise�To meet Him in clouds of the sky,�His perfect salvation, His wonderful love,�I’ll shout with the millions on high.
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,�That shadows a dry, thirsty land;�He hideth my life in the depths of His love,�And covers me there with His hand,�And covers me there with His hand.