Scripture Verse

Under His wings shalt thou trust…Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day; nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday. A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee. Psalm 91:4–7

Introduction

Words: James Ni­chol­son, in Hymns of Con­se­cra­tion and Faith, ed­it­ed by James Moun­tain, num­ber 137. Note: This hym­nal (lyr­ics on­ly) was print­ed in a com­bined vol­ume with The Child­ren’s Hym­nal and Chris­tian Year, by Chris­tian H. Bat­eman (Lon­don: John Hodg­es, 1872). Click here for an­oth­er ar­range­ment.

Music: Asa Hull, Gar­lands of Praise (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Asa Hull, 1876), num­ber 62 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Ni­chol­son (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), or a bet­ter one of Hull,

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Asa Hull (1828–1907)

Lyrics

In God I have found a re­treat
Where I can se­cure­ly abide;
No re­fuge, nor rest so com­plete,
And here I in­tend to abide.

Refrain

Oh, what com­fort it brings,
As my soul sweet­ly sings;
I am safe from all dan­ger
While un­der His wings.

I dread not the ter­ror by night;
No ar­row can harm me by day;
His sha­dow has co­vered me quite;
My fears He has driv­en away.

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The pes­ti­lence walk­ing about,
When dark­ness has set­tled abroad,
Can ne­ver com­pel me to doubt
The pre­sence and powe­r of God.

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The wast­ing de­struct­ion at noon,
No fear­ful fore­bod­ing can bring;
With Je­sus, my soul doth com­mune,
His per­fect sal­va­tion I sing.

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A thou­sand may fall at my side,
And ten thou­sand at my right hand;
Above me His wings are spread wide,
Beneath them in safe­ty I stand.

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