while
the nearer waters roll, while the tempest still is high;
hide
me, O my Savior hide, till the storm of life is past;
safe
into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
Other
refuge have I none; hangs my helpless soul on thee;
leave,
ah! leave me not alone, still support and comfort me.
All my
trust on thee is stayed, all my help from thee I bring;
cover
my defenseless head with the shadow of thy wing.
---Charles Wesley, 1738
Sometimes we need to face the difficult circumstances in our
lives, to fight the good fight, to stand and deliver. And sometimes we need to
hide. This text is about those times. What comfort is present in these images,
of Jesus as a lover and nurturer of what is most tender in us! What safety, to
fly to the bosom of God, there to be held in the shadow of God’s wing, like a
mother bird gathering and protecting her chicks with her very life. What a
grace to be in relationship with a God who provides both the courage for
living, and refuge for resting.
Hide me.
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