Hide me in the shadow of Your wings.
Psalm 17:8
Words: Robert Walmsley, 1893.
Music: Vincent Horatio R. Palmer (1834–1907) (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Walmsley (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
The sun declines; o’er land and sea
Creeps on the night;
The twinkling stars come one by one
To shed their light;
With Thee there is no darkness, Lord;
With us abide,
And ’neath Thy wings we rest secure
This eventide.
Forgive the wrong this day we’ve done,
Or thought, or said;
Each moment with its good or ill
To Thee has fled;
O Father, in Thy mercy great
Will we confide;
Thy benediction now bestow
This eventide.