Hail, Sovereign Love, that Formed the Plan HIDING PLACE—Dr. Thomas Hastings Hail, Sovereign Love, that Formed the Plan 1 Hail, sovereign love, that formed the plan To save rebellious, ruined man! Hail, matchless, free, eternal grace, That gave my soul a hiding place. 2 Against the God that rules the sky I fought, with weapons lifted high, I madly ran the sinful race Regardless of a hiding place. 3 Yet when God’s justice rose in view, To Sinai’s burning mount I flew; Keen were the pangs of