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: Mary E. Ser­voss, 1878.

Music: Gua­na­jua­to James Mc­Gra­na­han (🔊 pdf nwc).

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

James McGranahan (1840–1907)



When the storms of life are rag­ing,
Tempests wild on sea and land,
I will seek a place of re­fuge,
In the sha­dow of God’s hand.


He will hide me, He will hide me,
Where no harm can e’er be­tide me;
He will hide me, safe­ly hide me,
In the sha­dow of His hand.

Tho’ He may send some af­flict­ion,
’Twill but make me long for home;
For in love and not in an­ger,
All His chast­en­ings will come.


Enemies may strive to in­jure,
Satan all his arts em­ploy;
He will turn what seems to harm me
Into ev­er­last­ing joy.


So, while here the cross I’m bear­ing,
Meeting storms and bil­lows wild,
Jesus for my soul is car­ing,
Naught can harm His Fa­ther’s child.