Beneath The Shadow Of Thy Wings

Beneath the shadow of Thy wings,
My Father and my God, I rest;
Seeing unseen, eternal things,
My portion soon to be possest.
 
Thy Son, Thy First-born from the dead,
Jesus, how excellent is He!
Thy joy and rest - Thy Church’s Head -
Father, Thou gavest Him for me!
 
Sealed by Thy Spirit, I am Thine,
Raised up to sit with Christ the Lord;
Forth from His face Thy glories shine,
Unveiled in Him the living Word.
 
According to Thy riches - Thou
Wilt ever for Thy servant care;
Joyful before Thy throne I bow,
And Jesus’ bliss and glory share
 
Suggested Tune:  Lord Jesus Christ, We Seek Thy Face
  
Robert C. Chapman 1803-1902