Keep me as the apple of Your eye; hide me in the shadow of Your wings. Psalm 17:8
Whom Jesus’ blood doth sanctify,
Need neither sin nor fear;
Hid in our Savior’s hand we lie,
And laugh at danger near.
His guardian hand doth hold, protect,
And save, by ways unknown,
The little flock, the saints elect,
Who trust in Him alone.
Our prophet, priest, and king, to Thee
We joyfully submit;
And learn, in meek humility,
Our lesson at Thy feet.
Spirit and life Thy words impart,
And blessings from above;
And drop, in every listening heart
The manna of Thy love.