Under His Wings

Under His Wings

Under His wings I am safely abiding,
Though the night deepens and tempests are wild,
Still I can trust Him; I know He will keep me,
He has redeemed me, and I am His child.


Under His wings, under His wings,
Who from His love can sever?
Under His wings my soul shall abide,
Safely abide forever.

Under His wings, what a refuge in sorrow!
How the heart yearningly turns to His rest!
Often when earth has no balm for my healing,
There I find comfort, and there I am blessed.


Under His wings, oh, what precious enjoyment!
There will I hide till life’s trials are o’er;
Sheltered, protected, no evil can harm me,
Resting in Jesus, I’m safe evermore.


Things arent always great. Life has ups and downs, twists and turns. You really cant predict where life is headed. I believe there are two ways to face this uncertain world: headfirst as an independent agent of chance and will power… or to seek refuge and guidance from the Creator of all things. This hymn is a powerful reminder of what lies in wait for those who seek the LORD for strength and wisdom.

Hymn writers have some of the most amazing stories. Amazing Grace was penned by an abolitionist. It is Well was penned after the writer had lost family tragically. This hymn was penned by Pastor William Cushing, around the year 1900. At fifty years old, he was afflicted by a disease that took his power of speech from him. As a pastor, not being able to speak makes that profession quite difficult. Sermon composition, and delivery was no longer a viable option… and this caused him great grief as he cried out to the LORD. But, where one door closes… another opens. The LORD will not put us through what we cannot handle, with Him by our side. Cushing found in his sorrow a gift for hymn writing – and he would write nearly 300 of them! It was twenty-five years after his new gift was revealed to him that he wrote “Under His Wings.” Towards the end of his life here on earth, he spoke up about that rest he had found in the Savior’s arms.

Imagine, if you wish, that one thing that makes you you. Whether it be athletics, speech, eyesight, your running, your singing, your spouse…. your kids…… now, if that thing were taken from you… ripped from your hands… how would you respond…? Who would you be? This is not an easy question to ponder.. or even consider answering. It is something that honestly makes me uncomfortable to even type up and think of myself… I dont want to think about what it would mean to lose my hearing, and my power to sing… or to lose my legs… or no longer see my wife and kids…. or even to lose my family. But God is a God of trust power, and I have seen people come back from terrible loss, and a great many more turn away during times of incredible gain… This hymn seeks to guide us to a better understanding of God’s work in our lives. Even when – especially when – everything seems down, we can find immeasurable power and love and grace and mercy and peace and direction… under His wings



“Guide Me, Oh Thou Great Jehovah”


Today at church we witness the baptism of a family. It’s always really neat to see baptism, and be a part of that sacrament – but today it was older kids, not infants. They knew a bit of why they were there, having water placed on their heads in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Their parents had trusted in Jehovah to guide them – and now they will be endeavoring more so to help their kids look for the same guidance. 
Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah, 

Pilgrim through this barren land. 

I am weak, but Thou art mighty; 

Hold me with Thy powerful hand. 

Bread of heaven, 

Feed me now and evermore.
2. Open now the crystal fountain, 

Whence the healing waters flow; 

Let the fire and cloudy pillar 

Lead me all my journey through. 

Strong Deliverer, 

Be Thou still my Strength and Shield. 
3. When I tread the verge of Jordan, 

Bid my anxious fears subside; 

Death of death, and hell’s destruction, 

Land me safe on Canaan’s side. 

Songs of praises, I will ever give to Thee. 
When we are weak, He is mighty. When we find ourselves in barren land, He is our crystal fountain. Death and anxious fears have no grip on us anymore. 

How beautiful a thought is it that, though we may be surrounded by evil which wishes harm on us He is ever there guarding us as only He can? When we need Him, He is there – like the fiery pillar – to give us what we need. Not necessarily what we want, or what we think we need. But what we actually need. 

Temptations will abound, and circumstances will try to drown His Word, and His Truth, out. But we must sing His songs of praises to ourselves, quietly reminding ourselves of His goodness. And when things get really rough, we need to sing those songs of praises loud, with vigor and strength! 

Remember that He would fashioned the universe with but a word also cares for us, His children! And if that concept seems strange to you, please reach out, and I’ll try my best to make sense of it! 

Have a great Sabbath everyone!