2 For thee, my God, the living God,
  My thirsty soul doth pine;
Oh, when shall I behold thy face,
  Thou Majesty divine?

3 I sigh to think of happier days,
  When thou, O Lord, wast nigh,
When ev’ry heart was tuned to praise,
  And none more blest than I.

4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? 
  Trust God, and thou shalt sing
His praise again, and find him still
  Thy health’s eternal spring.

     Henry F. Lyte, 1834.

350 Hide Thou Me.  P.M.

Safe in Christ.

In thy cleft, O Rock of Ages,
      Hide thou me;
When the fitful tempest rages,
      Hide thou me;
Where no mortal arm can sever
From my heart thy love forever,
Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages,
      Safe in thee.

2 From, the snare of sinful pleasure
      Hide thou me;
Thou, my soul’s eternal treasure,
      Hide thou me;
When the world its power is wielding,
And my heart is almost yielding,
Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages,
      Safe in thee.

3 In the lonely night of sorrow,
      Hide thou me;
Till in glory dawns the morrow,
      Hide thou me;
In the sight of Jordan’s billow,
Let thy bosom be my pillow,
Hide me, O thou Rock of Ages,
      Safe in thee.

     Fannie J. Crosby.

351 As Pants the Hart.  C.M.

Godly Sincerity.—­Eph. 5:8. (724)

Walk in the light! so shalt thou know
  That fellowship of love,
His Spirit only can bestow,
  Who reigns in light above.

2 Walk in the light! and thou shalt find
  Thy heart made truly his,
Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined,
  In whom no darkness is.

3 Walk in the light! and ev’n the tomb
  No fearful shade shall wear;
Glory shall chase away its gloom,
  For Christ hath conquered there.

4 Walk in the light! and thou shalt see
  Thy path, though thorny, bright,
For God by grace shall dwell in thee,
  And God himself is light.

     Bernard Barton.

352 The Child of a King.

Adoption.

My Father is rich in houses and lands. 
He holdeth the wealth of the world in his hands! 
Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold,
His coffers are full, he has riches untold.

Cho.—­I’m the child of a King,
      The child of a King,
      With Jesus, my Savior,
      I’m the child of a King.

2 My Father’s own Son, the Savior so fair, Once wandered on earth human sorrow to share:  But now he is reigning forever on high, He’ll give us a home in the sweet by and by.

3 I once was an outcast stranger on earth, A sinner by choice and an “alien” by birth!  But I’ve been “adopted,” my name’s written down:  An heir to a mansion, a robe, and a crown.

4 A tent or a cottage, why should I care?  They’re building a palace for me over there!  Tho’ exiled from home, yet my glad heart can sing:  All glory to God, I’m the child of a King.