‘Hide thou beneath the shadow of Thy wing.’
And who can tell but what in heaven above
They sing again the old sweet hymns we love?
We only know that when we sing them here
They bring to us the Heavenly Presence near.
Thus we can fight life’s battle calm and sweet,
Each unborn day with courage wait to meet,
‘Blest be the tie that binds,’ we smooth the way,
‘Nearer my God to Thee’ each closing day.
The old brown book a treasure still we keep,