Classic Poem

Thou art my Hiding Place,
Lord of my life;
In Thee I rest,
Free from all strife.

Thou art my Fortress safe,
Lord of my heart;
Thou art e'er near,
Grace to impart.

Thou art my All in All,
Lord of my soul;
O Guiding Star,
Thou art my Goal!

For this I thank Thee, Lord:
Through Thy sweet grace,
I have found Thee—
My Hiding Place!