Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Hide Me under the Shadow of Thy Wings
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"Hide Me Under the Shadow of Thy Wings."
Still nigh me, O my Saviour, stand, And guard in fierce temptation's hour;Hide in the hollow of Thy hand; Show forth in me Thy saving power:Still be Thine arm my sure defence,Nor earth nor hell shall pluck me thence.
In suffering be Thy love my peace! In weakness be Thy love my power!And when the storms of life shall cease, Jesus, in that important hour,In death, as life, be Thon my guide,And save me, who for me hast died.