In the Shadow of His Wings (Rexford)

In the times of bit­ter trou­ble

When the heart is grieved with loss

And o’er rough

hard ways we stum­ble

’Neath the bur­den of our cross

Then a thought comes

com­fort bring­ing

And the heart’s dis­or­dered strings

Lose their dis­cord in its mu­sic—

In the sha­dow of His wings!

O the thought is sweet­er

sweet­er

Than the song the sky­lark sings

Soaring to­ward the gates of Heav­en—

In the sha­dow of His wings!

Just to think! God is so near us

That His hand our hand may find

If we reach out in the dark­ness

Tho’ our eyes with tears are blind!

Close be­side us! O the com­fort

That this thought of near­ness brings

Tho’ His face for tears we see not!

In the sha­dow of His wings!

Love of God that fail­eth nev­er

Foll’wing all the wan­der­ing feet

Hating sin

but seek­ing sin­ners

With a pa­tience strange as sweet;

Follow

fol­low

ev­er fol­low

Till Thy lov­ing plead­ing brings

All Thy child­ren to the shel­ter

In the sha­dow of Thy wings!