‘Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of thy wings’—Psalm 17:8‘Under his wings I am safely abiding;Tho' the night deepens 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.‘Under his wings, what a refuge in sorrow!How the heart yearningly turns to its rest!Often when earth has no balm for my healing,There I find comfort, and there I am blest. ‘Under his wings, O what precious enjoyment!There will I hide till life's trials are o'er;Sheltered, protected, no evil can harm me;Resting in Jesus I'm safe evermore.’–William Cushing

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