Your life is "hid with Christ in God,"
So Paul, the dauntless, sang;
Nor sword nor persecution feared,
Nor viper's poisonous fang.
He knew that God alone is Life,
Whence all true being sprang.
Your life is "hid with Christ in God,"
So swells th' immortal strain.
It calms all fear; it heals all grief;
It stills the touch of pain;
It lifts above the clouds of sense,
Where heaven-born peace doth reign.
In vain the clamor of the world,
In vain its stress and strife;
In vain the shafts of hate and wrong,
With lust and envy rife;
My life is "hid with Christ in God,"
And God alone is Life.
My life is "hid with Christ in God."
Oh, miracle divine!
I feel Thy peace; I hear Thy call;
I lift my thoughts to thine,
Where evil hath no power to harm,
And Love is ever mine.
