Christ My Song - 89
Awake, sweet harp of Judah, wake! - The Hiding-place
(Henry Kirke White/Johannes Thomas Rüegg)
In Heaven we shall be purified, so as to be able
to endure the splendours of the Deity.
2. When God's right arm is bared for war,
and thunders clothe his cloudy car;
where, where, oh, where shall man retire,
to escape the horrors of his ire?
3. 'Tis he, the Lamb; to him we fly,
while the dread tempest passes by;
God sees his Well-beloved's face,
and spares us in our hiding-place.
4. Thus, while we dwell in this low scene,
the Lamb is our unfailing screen;
to him, though guilty, still we run,
and God still spares us for his Son.
5. While yet we sojourn here below,
pollutions still our hearts o'erflow;
fallen, abject, mean, a sentenced race,
we deeply need a hiding-place.
6. Yet, courage – days and years will glide,
and we shall lay these clods aside;
shall be baptised in Jordan's flood,
and washed in Jesus' cleansing blood.
7. Then pure, immortal, sinless, freed,
we, through the Lamb, shall be decreed:
shall meet the Father face to face,
and need no more a hiding-place.
Henry Kirke White, Poetical Works, The Life and Remains of Henry Kirke White, 1852, 215-216.
And in: Philip Schaff: Christ in Song, 1870, 362-363.