Thy holy wings, dear Saviour
Author: Lina Sandell (1832-1903)
Thy holy wings, dear Saviour,
spread gently over me;
and through the long night watches
I'll rest secure in Thee,
Whatever may betide me,
be Thou my hiding place,
and let me live and labour
each day, Lord, by Thy grace.
Thy pardon, Saviour, grant me,
and cleanse me in Thy blood;
give me a willing spirit,
a heart both clean and good.
O take into Thy keeping
Thy children great and small,
and while we sweetly slumber
enfold us one and all.
An alternative translation:
Thy holy wings, O Saviour, spread gently over me;
And let me rest securely, through good and ill in thee.
O be my strength and portion, my rock and hiding place,
And let my every moment, be lived within thy grace.
O let me nestle near thee, within thy downy breast;
Where I will find sweet comfort, and peace within thy nest.
O close thy wings around me, and keep me safely there,
For I am but a new-born, and need thy tender care.
O wash me in the waters, of Noah's cleansing flood.
Give me a willing spirit, a heart both clean and good.
O take into thy keeping, thy children great and small,
And while we sweetly slumber, enfold us, one and all.
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