Words: Fanny Crosby, in Windows of Heaven, new edition, compiled by Henry M. Wharton, revised by I. S. Field (Baltimore, Maryland: National Evangelization Society, 1898), number 79.
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Like a vine whose tender branches
’Round the oak have learned to cling;
So my heart has found a shelter
In Thy love, O Lord, my king.
Day by day my lips shall offer
Grateful songs of praise to Thee;
For Thy wondrous lovingkindness,
Better far than life to me.
As a bird on pinions weary,
Trembling seeks its parent nest,
Came my spirit heavy laden
To its refuge on Thy breast.
In Thy precious lovingkindness
Shall my trusting soul abide,
From the arrows of oppression
Guarded safe on every side.
Higher than the hills that circle
’Round Thy throne in Heaven above,
Deeper than the mighty ocean
Is Thy vast eternal love.