1 In that dread and awful day,
When life’s glories fade away,
And the wounded, wayworn soul
Spurns all bounds, and breaks control;
Hide me, Son of Mary, hide
In Thy clefted, riven side.

2 When the mountains reel and sway,
When the stars shall darkling stray,
When old Ocean’s rugged roar
Beats each rock bound coast no more;
Then, O Son of Mary, hide—
Hide me in Thy clefted side!

3 When the Babe of Bethlehem
Builds the new Jerusalem,
When all Heav’n, and earth and hell
Shall confess that "all is well,"
Then, Thou Son of Mary, hide—
Hide me in Thy riven side.