Hide me under the shadow of Thy wings.
Psalm 17:8
Words: Karolina W. Sandell-Berg, in Barens Tidning, 1859, number 3 (Du ömma fadershjärta). Translated from Swedish to English by Carl O. Dahlen, 1925.
Music: Far Off Lands Hemmets Koral Bok, 1921 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Dahlen (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
Thou tender, gracious Father,
Who watches over me,
How shall I ever praise Thee,
How love and honor Thee?
Thou guidest me with caution
From every secret snare,
And ’neath Thy wings a refuge
I find in my despair.
With raiment, food and shelter,
Whate’er my needs imply,
For soul and body ever,
Do Thou in grace supply.
O Lord, I soon would perish
If aught Thou should exclude;
O could I love Thee better
And prove my gratitude.
In childlike, true obedience
Help me to do the right;
May precious be Thy statutes,
Thy yoke be pleasant light!
And when some hardship threatens,
A danger frightens me,
May Thou in all my trials
My present helper be.
Thy heart is all compassion,
With love it overflows;
Whate’er of ill betide me,
Thou knowest, and my woes.
Thou dost not sleep nor slumber,
By night nor thru the days;
Thine arms, almighty Father,
Enfold all time and space.