Thursday, September 23, 2010

Thy Holy Wings

Thy holy wings, O Savior, spread gently over me, and let me rest securely through good and ill in thee.
Oh, be my strength and portion, my rock and hiding place, and let my ev’ry moment be lived within thy grace.

Oh, wash me in the waters of Noah’s cleansing flood, Give me a willing spirit, a heart both clean and good.
Oh, take into thy keeping thy children great and small, and while we sweetly slumber, enfold us one and all.

[Carolina Sandell Berg, 1832-1903]