1 O Saviour of the lost, where should I flee?
Whiter, ah! whither, Lord, if not to Thee?
I have no other refuge; lo I plead
Thy fulness, blessed Jesus and my need.
2 To Thee I fly when overwhelmed with woe;
To thee with every care a heart can now;
To Thee for help, and not to scheme nor plan;
To Thee, and not to frail and erring man.
3 O peaceful Haven! calm, serene, and fair—
Thrice happy are the souls that harbour there!
O resting-place of Faith! O Love’s abode!
O sacred hiding-place! O Heart of God!
4 Our human lips are powerless to express
The measure of our deep indebtedness!
We have no words to thank Thee: lo, we flee,
Speechless but satisfied, to hide in Thee!
5 To hide in Thee—till, earthly peril o’er,
Our souls shall need a hiding-place no more;
But learn the fairer joy Thy love hath stored,
The bless of being “ever with the Lord.”
Source: Hymns of Consecration and Faith #227