Under His Wings I am safely abiding,
Though the night deepen 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.
Wm. O. Cushing
Ira. D. Sankey
Such sweet memories of my mother and my sister, Norma, singing this together as my mother played the piano. The comfort of such hymns meant much to me during our stormy childhood.
An entry from Strains of Glory, A Maine Country Scrapbook – The story of my childhood