Scripture Verse

Under His wings shalt thou trust…Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day; nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday. A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee. Psalm 91:4–7

Introduction

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Richard W. Adams
(1952–)

Words: Ar­ranged from James Ni­chol­son (1828–1876) by Ri­chard W. Ad­ams, April 5, 2020 (pub­lic do­main). Click here for an­o­ther ar­range­ment.

Music: Green Fields from The Pea­sant Can­ta­ta (Mer hahn en neue Ob­er­keet), by Jo­hann S. Bach, 1742. Ar­ranged by Lew­is Ed­son in The Cho­rist­er’s Com­pan­ion (New Ha­ven, Con­nec­ti­cut: 1782) (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Johann S. Bach
(1685–1750)

Background

I wrote this ar­range­ment dur­ing the co­ro­na­vir­us pan­de­mic.

I had just fin­ished watch­ing our church’s Palm Sun­day ser­vice. The ser­vice was broad­cast by stream­ing vi­deo ov­er the In­ter­net (since we weren’t sup­posed to ga­ther in groups of more than 10 people).

Richard Adams, 2020

Lyrics

In God I have found a retreat
Where I can securely reside;
No refuge, nor rest so complete,
And here may I always abide.

Refrain

Oh, precious the comfort it brings,
And sweet is my song as it rings;
No danger or harm do I fear,
Secure in the shade of His wings.

I dread not the terror by night,
Nor arrow that flies in the day;
His shadow has covered my head,
My fears He has driven away.

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The pestilence stalking about,
When darkness has settled abroad,
Can never persuade me to doubt
The presence and power of God.

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The wasting destruction at noon,
No fearful foreboding can bring;
With Jesus, my soul does commune,
His perfect salvation I sing.

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A thousand may fall at my side,
Ten thousand may die in the land;
Above me His wings are spread wide,
Beneath them in safety I stand.

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