Jars Of Clay

Amidst the sorrows of the way
Lord Jesus, teach my soul to pray
Let me taste Thy special grace
And run to Christ, my hiding place
You know the vileness of my heart
So prone to act the rebel's part
And when you veil Your lovely face
How can I find a hiding place
Hiding place, hiding place.
Lord, guide my wandering feet
Draw me to Thy mercy seat
I've naught to trust but sovereign grace
Thou only art my hiding place.
How unstable is my heart
Sometimes I take the tempter's part
And slight the tokens of Thy Grace
And seem to want no hiding place.
Hiding place, hiding place.
But when Thy spirit shines within
Makes me feel the plague of sin
And how I long to see Thy face
'Tis then I want a hiding place.
Lord Jesus, shine and then I can
Feel sweetness in salvation's plan
And as a sinner plead for grace
Christ, the sinner's hiding place
And as a sinner plead for grace
Christ, the sinner's hiding place