Against the God that rules the sky
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Against the God that rules the skyI fought, with weapons lifted high;I madly ran the sinful race,Regardless of a hiding-place.
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But a celestial voice I heard,A bleeding Saviour then appeared;Led by the Spirit of his grace,I found in him a hiding-place.
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On him the weight of vengeance fellThat else had sunk a world to hell;Then, O my soul, forever praiseThy Saviour, God, thy hiding-place!