O Covert from the storm,
Thine was a humble path;
And here in manhood's form
Though didst endure God's wrath.
The tempest broke on Thee;
Thou didst endure in grace
And as we trust Thee we
Have Thee as hiding-place.
Thine was a humble path;
And here in manhood's form
Though didst endure God's wrath.
The tempest broke on Thee;
Thou didst endure in grace
And as we trust Thee we
Have Thee as hiding-place.
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