Scripture Verse

He shall cover thee with His feathers, and under His wings shalt thou trust. Psalm 91:4


Eliza E. Hewitt (1851–1920)

Words: Eli­za E. Hew­itt, in Gos­pel Prais­es, No. 2, by Will­iam Kirk­pat­rick & Hen­ry L. Gil­mour (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: John J. Hood, 1900).

Music: Will­iam J. Kirk­pat­rick (🔊 pdf nwc).

William J. Kirkpatrick (1838–1921)


I’ve found a bless­èd hid­ing place,
A hap­py re­fuge know,
When dark and hea­vy clouds re­place
The morn­ing’s gold­en glow.


In the bless­èd, bless­èd hid­ing place,
My soul for glad­ness sings;
I’m co­vered by my Sav­ior’s love,
Beneath the shel­ter­ing wings.

As lit­tle birds with­in the nest
Are ga­thered safe and warm;
So, close against my Sav­ior’s breast,
I’m hid­ing from the storm.


More ten­der than a mo­ther’s love,
The love that shields me here;
His eyes still keep­ing watch above,
His voice dis­pell­ing fear.


Not for a mo­ment would I leave
This bless­èd hid­ing place;
Thy pro­mise, Sa­vior, I be­lieve,
O keep me, by Thy grace.