Fellowship Hall

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 hands He bro't me To the shelter of His love; Of His grace and will He taught me, And of heav'n-ly rest above.

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.

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. 

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.