Hide me under the shadow of Thy wings. Psalm 17:8
Words: William O. Cushing, in Sacred Songs No. 1, edited by Ira Sankey, James McGranahan & George C. Stebbins (New York: Biglow & Main, 1896), number 5.
Music: Under His Wings Ira D. Sankey, 1896 (🔊 pdf nwc).
As Mr. Moody used to approach the seminary building at Northfield, Massachusetts, to conduct the morning worship, the young ladies there would join in the singing of this hymn as he entered the room.
It was one of their popular hymns, as it was also of the Estey Quartet made up of the leading singers of the seminary.
The music of this hymn was among my later compositions.
Sankey, p. 292
Under His wings I am safely abiding,
Though the night deepens and tempests are wild,
Still I can trust Him; I know He will keep me,
He has redeemed me, and I am His child.
Under His wings, under His wings,
Who from His love can sever?
Under His wings my soul shall abide,
Safely abide forever.
Under His wings, what a refuge in sorrow!
How the heart yearningly turns to His rest!
Often when earth has no balm for my healing,
There I find comfort, and there I am blessed.
Under His wings, oh, what precious enjoyment!
There will I hide till life’s trials are o’er;
Sheltered, protected, no evil can harm me,
Resting in Jesus, I’m safe evermore.