Under His Wings (Oatman)

A won­derf­ul pro­mise God’s giv­en

What joy to the Christ­ian it brings;

That all who are striv­ing for Heav­en

Find re­fuge un­der His wings.

Under His wings abid­ing

Under His wings I’m hid­ing;

He with His mer­cy cov­ers my soul

I’m hid­ing un­der His wings.

How oft­en in dark nights of sor­row

My spir­it to Him looks and sings

Because I find hope for the mor­row

While rest­ing un­der His wings.

And when I have need of re­fresh­ing

He leads me to life-giv­ing springs;

And there I re­ceive a great bless­ing

While shield­ed un­der His wings.

When

like all the ran­somed im­mor­tals

My soul to that ci­ty He brings

I’ll find that those glo­ri­ous por­tals

Are en­tered un­der His wings.