Beneath His Glorious Wings

 

 

Abiding beneath God’s glorious wings…
We’re safe in His loving care;
Whatever we face—whatever life brings—
Not one thing can harm us there.
Under the shadow of the Almighty…
The true child of God can’t lose;
Though enemy forces are all around,
We have a place of refuge…
Beneath His Glorious Wings.

We are covered with His feathers, my friend,
When in our Saviour we trust;
Every battle in this life we can win,
Because He’s faithful and just.
Safely sheltered in His habitation,
The blood of Jesus applied…
We can praise God for His great salvation,
And forevermore abide…
Beneath His Glorious Wings.

 

 

 

 “He shall cover thee with his feathers,
and under his wings shalt thou trust:
his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.”
“Because thou hast made the LORD, which is my refuge,
even the most High, thy habitation; There shall no evil befall thee,
neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.”
(Ps 91:4, 9-10)