Scripture Verse

Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of Thy wings. Psalm 17:8


Lelia N. Morris (1862–1929)


Words & Mu­sic: Le­lia N. Mor­ris, in Pen­te­cos­tal Prais­es, ed­it­ed by Will­iam J. Kirk­pat­rick & Hen­ry L. Gil­mour (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Hall-Mack, 1898), num­ber 122 (🔊 pdf nwc).


When the ear­ly morn­ing break­ing,
Slumber from my eye­lids shak­ing,
Comes the bless­èd tho’t with wak­ing,
I am in His keep­ing.
Day ad­vanc­es, la­bor bring­ing,
Care, her man­tle ’round me fling­ing,
Yet midst all my soul keeps sing­ing,
I am in His care.


I am in my Fa­ther’s keep­ing,
I am in His ten­der care;
Whether wak­ing, whe­ther sleep­ing,
I am in His care.

Sometimes dark clouds hang o’er me,
Not one step I see be­fore me,
Still, my Sav­ior, I adore Thee,
I am in His keep­ing.
I can trust His hand to guide me,
’Neath His wings He’ll safe­ly hide me,
And no harm can e’er be­tide me,
I am in His care.


Gentle ev­en­tide is near­ing,
Light from hea­ven dis­ap­pear­ing,
Still the bless­èd tho’t so cheer­ing,
I am in His keep­ing.
Now night’s cur­tains ga­ther ’round me,
Yet its dan­gers have not found me,
For His an­gel guards sur­round me,
I am in His care.