Under His Wings I Am Safely Abiding
Under His Wings I Am Safely Abiding
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 blest.
Under His wings, O 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.
“O LORD, give me something to do for Thee.” That was the cry of William O. Cushing when he suddenly lost his voice. He had been a pastor of several churches in New York and had enjoyed fruitful ministry. Then a paralysis affected his voice so he could no longer preach.
Not yet fifty years old, Cushing wondered how God could possibly use him. But God did. Cushing wrote texts for more than three hundred hymns and gospel songs and teamed up with some of the best-known gospel composers of the day.
When he was seventy-three, this prolific hymnwriter was moved by the words of Psalm 17:8, “Hide me in the shadow of your wings,” and thought about God’s care for him even when everything seemed dark. This song was the result. Though he could not speak with an audible voice, God multiplied his words for generations to come.
Those who live in the shelter of the Most High will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty. This I declare about the Lord: He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; he is my God, and I trust him. For he will rescue you from every trap and protect you from deadly disease. He will cover you with his feathers. He will shelter you with his wings.
Psalm 91:1-4
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