Under His Wings (Cushing)

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.