Under His Shadow

By Frances Ridley Havergal

“Under His shadow,” with Christ alone

Here, love He whispers in tenderest tone,

Treasures unfolding, riches of grace

Thus for life's battle my soul doth He brace.

“Under His shadow,” a near page of life.

Opens before me, apart from the strife

Oh! will Thou show me Master and King

How I may glory unto Thee bring!

“Under His shadow” may life be passed

Daily and hourly on till the last,

Then no more shadows, all shall have fled

When we awake like Jesus our Head.