(Ps. 17 :8.)

Hidden safely 'neath the shadow
Of Thy sheltering wing!
Joyous now, of Thee, blest Saviour,
Let me sing.

Trembling oft before the shadow
Of impending pain,
Thy love's care amid my weakness,
Proves true gain.

Felt by Thee is every burden
Pressing on my heart;
Linked with Thee, in bonds eternal,
Who can part ?

Roll on, then, ye waves of suffering,
O'er this feeble frame!
Love and strength are mine in Jesus,
Still the same.

Saviour, let mine eyes not wander
From Thy blessed face ;
Fearless then I'll meet life's billows,
By Thy grace.

Soon I'll hear the "trumpet" sounding,
And Thy welcome "shout,"
Calling all Thy saints to meet Thee-
None left out.

Here, O Lord, I'm but a stranger,
Whilst I wait for Thee,
Where they gave Thee for Thy portion
But the "tree."

Boundless grace! Thou art our portion-
God's beloved Son;
Caught up soon, the Bride shall meet Thee
Whom Thou'st won. G. W. Gray
" MY PRESENCE SHALL GO WITH THEE."