Against the God That Rules the Sky

1Against the God that rules the sky
I fought, with weapons lifted high;
I madly ran the sinful race,
Regardless of a hiding-place.

2But a celestial voice I heard,
A bleeding Saviour then appeared;
Led by the Spirit of his grace,
I found in him a hiding-place.

3On him the weight of vengeance fell
That else had sunk my soul to hell;
Then, O my soul, forever praise
Thy Saviour, God thy hiding-place!