| Beneath His Wings |
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Beneath His wings, I can travel All over this world and Heaven above. It's so simple. I just believe He's my Saviour And He fills my heart with love. I'm beneath His Wing in times Of trouble, sorrow and woe, In times of joy and gladness, In my work, and all the places that I go. The feeling is so joyous that, through pain And all, He's there holding me up. Beneath His wing, it's all possible Through His choosing to drink from the bitter cup. He chose to hang on that old cross And die for you and me. This, my Lord, Through His goodness and mercy; And of His own sweet accord. Beneath His wing, there's rest and joy, As though wrapped in a warm white shroud. Many thanks for the blessings of My Lord, Who will one day come in a cloud ... All Omnipresent, Who can carry All who love Him, beneath His Holy Wing. Then, one day, tomorrow, when this Life is done, I will truly His praises sing. With Omniscient, He did, for all, lay down His own sweet garment of white, Along with the signet of His Holy seal, And willingly went into Satan's darkness of night ... To cover my sins and all who have sinned before. He gave up His honor for me, To lay aside all that was dear to Him. Humiliated, but willingly, He bore that old tree. When He went down and took the keys From the bottomless pit, and arose to prevail, Two angels did set by His sepulchre, The stone rolled away, when came Mary to avail. They said, "Why seek ye the living among the dead?" And this, to the disciples, Mary told. So, beneath His wing I'll stay 'Til He carries me away, up to the Heavenly fold. |
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