Under His Wing

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Oct 29, 1912

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 39, No. 42.

O God, when earthly streams are dried, And human hopes have flown, I find a fount that satisfies In Thee, and Thee alone. My weary soul, 'mid rude alarms, Would fly to Thee for rest, And find in Thy encircling arms The comfort of the blest.

For Thou alone canst whisper peace, And calm the troubled soul, When sins and cares and dreadful fears Like ocean billows roll. When friends betray and love is cold, And fears and foes annoy, Within the tender Shepherd's fold I find unfading joy.

O, Saviour, let my longing heart, Like Noah's weary dove, Forever find the better part, Beneath Thy wings of love. O, keep me in the secret place, From Thee no more to roam, Till I shall see Thee face to face In that eternal home. — Anon.