Classic Poem

In Thy secret place, Most High,
Let us ever dwell;
Guarded by Thy watchful eye,
All shall e'er be well.

For when dwelling there, we know
That we shall abide
Underneath Thy wing's great shade,
Safely by Thy side.

With Thy wings then cover us
They shall keep us warm,
And the weather chill and drear
Never can us harm.

Yea, when comes the raging storm,
Keep us still with Thee;
Round us put Thy mighty arms,
And we safe shall be.