Within the shadow of the Savior’s wings,
In a pavilion from the strife of tongues,
With His love, Christ quiets me by singing
As I climb Jacob’s ladder rung by rung.
Far above, in a mansion heavenly,
Rooms within Jesus is preparing for.
It’s there my Savior has a place for me,
He’s ever to the sheep an open door.
Seeking to honor His command I found
To keep His law was not within my reach.
Instead of feeling freedom I felt bound,
Until for His strength Him I did beseech.
For all accursed Jesus bled in agony,
I’ve His finished work upon the cross for me.