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I was straying when Christ found me

Avis B. Christiansen (1895-1985)
Verse 1
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.
Verse 2
With His nail-scarred hand He brought me To the shelter of His love; Of His grace and will He taught me, And heav'nly rest above.
Verse 3
Through the night be dark around me, I am safe, for He is near; Never shall my foes confound me, While the Saviour's voice I hear.
Chorus
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.

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