“In the shadow of His hand hath He hid me, and made me a polished shaft. In His quiver hath He hid me.”—Isa. 49:2
“HIDDEN in the shadow”
Of the Hand divine,
Safe from every evil
Rest of heart is mine:
Rest from every worry,
Rest from every care,
Not a cloud can reach me
While I’m sheltered there.
What a place of safety!
What a place of joy!
Naught can ever enter
Or its peace destroy:
Praise must fill the spirit,
Praise the tongue employ,
In this place of blessing
Nothing can annoy.
“Hidden in the shadow.”
Help me, Lord, to tell
Of the peace Thou givest
Those who there will dwell;
Thou dost every burden,
Every sorrow share,
With this blessed hidden life
Nothing can compare.
CHORUS.
Hidden, always hidden,
Kept my heart at rest,
Dwelling in the shadow,
I am ever blest.
F. B.