“He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
That shadows a dry, thirsty land;
He hideth my life with the depths of His love
And covers me there with His hand”
(Fanny Crosby – 1890)
“He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
That shadows a dry, thirsty land;
He hideth my life with the depths of His love
And covers me there with His hand”
(Fanny Crosby – 1890)