My Hiding Place

My Hiding Place.
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(The following poem was written by Major An-
dre a few days before his execution.)
Hall, sovereign love, which first began
The scheme to rescue failen men;
Hall, matchless free eternal grace,
Which gave my soul a hiding place.

Against the God who built the sky
I fought with hands uplifted high;
Despised the mention of his grace,
Too proud to srek a hiding place.

Enwrapt in thick Egyptian night,
And fond fond of darkness more than light,
Mudly I ran the sinful race.
Secure without a hiding place.

And thus the eternal counsel ran,
Almighty love, arrest that man;
I felt the arrows of distr
And found I had no hiding place,

Indignant justice stood in view,
To Sinal’s flery mount I flew:
But Justice cried with frowning face.
“This mountain has no hiding place.”

Ere long a heavenly voice I heard
And mercy’s angel soon appeared;
He led me to a placid place,
To Jesus as a hiding place.

On him almighty vengeance fell,
Which must have sunk a world to hell;
He bore it for a sinful race
And thus become its hiding place.

Should seven-fold storms of thunder roll,
And shake this globe from pole to pole;
No thunderbolt shali daunt my face
For Jesus in my hidieg place..

A few more rolling suns at most
Shall land me on fair Canaan’s coast;
When I shall sing the song of grace
And see my glorious hiding place.