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He Hideth My Soul
Fanny J. Crosby, 1820-1915
William J. Kirkpatrick, 1838-1921

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.

With numberless blessings each moment He crowns; and filled with His fullness divine,
I sing in my rapture, oh, glory to God for such a Redeemer as mine!
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 in His brightness, transported I rise to meet Hi in clods of the sky;
Then we shall return to be rulers with Him, When Jesus shall come from 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.