’Neath the Shadow of His Wings

When the storms of sor­row ga­ther

And my heart is sore afraid

Unto God

who is my Fa­ther

Will my spir­it turn for aid;

He will shield me from the tem­pest

And no harm­ful

hurt­ful thing

Shall dis­turb me while I hide me

’Neath the sha­dow of His wing.

He will hide me

safe­ly hide me

’Neath the sha­dow of His wing.

When my ene­mies af­flict me

And the hosts of sin arise

When my fal­t’ring feet are halt­ing

In their path­way to the skies

I will flee un­to my re­fuge

For new hope and strength will spring

In my heart if I but hide me

’Neath the sha­dow of His wing.

Oh

what bliss when worn and wea­ry

And no earth­ly help is nigh

When my life is sad and drea­ry

And the shades of death draw nigh

Just to rest

and trust His mer­cy

Who will joy and Heav­en bring

To my soul if I but hide me

’Neath the sha­dow of His wing.