“I sat down under His shadow with great delight, and His fruit was sweet to my taste.” Song 2:3.
The secret place of the Most High—
The home of God above—
The shadow of the Mightiest—
Where dwells eternal love—
There may I rest, and find in Him
My refuge and defense,
A firm, abiding Tower of Strength,
And none may drive me thence.
Beneath the shadow of His wings,
My soul abides secure,
He is my Buckler and my Shield,
His truth shall aye endure.
No evil can befall me there,
No plague my soul annoy,
His angels are my body-guard,
He fills my heart with joy.
Beneath His shadow, with delight,
I oft sit down and rest;
The rich and luscious fruit He bears
Is pleasant to my taste.
He satisfies my longing heart,
He leads me to the feast,
He spreads His banner o’er my head,
And I become His guest.
Beneath His shadow we may dwell
While here on earth below;
There shall we restoration find,
There growth in grace shall know.
His love shall on our hearts distil
As fertilizing dew;
His favor like a sparkling wine,
Old, yet forever new.
Beneath His shadow we can be
A witness for Him here;
Observing Him and hearing Him
We’ve kept at all times near;
No idols can possess the heart
In which His love is found,
And, only, always from Himself
Can fruit for Him abound.
This refuge may we know, blest Lord,
The shadow of Thy wings,
Kept safely in Thy company
Above all earthly things.
Be this the portion of Thine own,
Through each returning year;
Until Thine advent brings the day
Of glory bright and clear.