Scripture Verse

Hide me under the shadow of Thy wings, from the wicked that oppress me, from my deadly enemies, who compass me about. Psalm 17:8–9


Words: Charles Wes­ley, Col­lect­ion of Psalms & Hymns 1741.

Music: St. Sav­iour (Bak­er) Fred­er­ick G. Bak­er, in the Bris­tol Tune Book, Se­cond Se­ries (Lon­don: No­vel­lo, Ew­er, 1876) (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Bak­er (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Charles Wesley (1707–1788)


All praise to Him who dwells in bliss,
Who made both day and night;
Whose throne is dark­ness, in th’abyss
Of un­creat­ed light.

Each thought and deed His pierc­ing eyes
With strict­est search sur­vey;
The deep­est shades no more dis­guise
Than the full blaze of day.

Whom Thou dost guard, O King of kings,
No ev­il shall mo­lest;
Under the sha­dow of Thy wings,
Shall they se­cure­ly rest.

Thy an­gels shall around their beds
Their con­stant sta­tions keep;
Thy faith and truth shall shield their heads,
For Thou dost ne­ver sleep.

May we, with calm and sweet re­pose,
And hea­ven­ly thoughts re­freshed,
Our eye­lids with the morn’s un­close,
And bless the ev­er-blessed.