HIDING UNDER GOD'S WINGS.
By L. E. Millne
"He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under
His wings shalt thou trust." 'Neath the shadow of thy wing,
Dearest Saviour, I can sing,
Safely sheltered on thy breast,
O how sweetly can I rest. Round this world I've sought in vain
Soothing balms to quell my pain,
Nothing have I found to prize,
Like my home beyond the skies. Jesus found me in my sin,
Gave relief and took me in,
Bade my weary heart rejoice,
And I love his welcome voice. When all earthly joys depart,
Thou canst heal the sorrowing heart;
And in all my cares and grief,
Thou, O Lord, canst give relief. In that glorious home above,
Where is joy, and peace, and love,
We shall shout our trials done,
And through Christ the victory won.
L. E. MILLNE.
Owasso, March 10.