I Was Straying When Christ Found Me
In The Night So Dark And Cold;
Tenderly His Arm Went Round Me,
And He Bore Me To His Fold.

Precious Hiding Place,
Precious Hiding Place,
In The Shelter Of His Love;
Not A Doubt Or Fear,
Since My Lord Is Near,
And I’m Sheltered In His Love.

With His Nail-Scarred Hand He Bro’t Me
To The Shelter Of His Love;
Of His Grace And Will He Taught Me,
And Of Heavenly Rest Above.

Tho’ The Night Be Dark Around Me,
I Am Safe, For He Is Near;
Never Shall My Foes Confound Me,
While The Savior’s Voice I Hear.