I’m In The Lord’s Sacred Pavilion;
I Rest In The Holiest Place;
His Kingdom And All Its Dominion
I’ve Found With Abundance Of Grace.

Under His Wings, Yes, Under His Wings;
I’m Resting In Jesus, Oh, It Is Precious!
Under His Wings, Yes, Under His Wings;
I’m Resting In Jesus, Under His Wings.

I’m In The Lord’s Sacred Pavilion,
Where Peace Like A River Doth Flow;
Where Manna From Heaven Is Given;
Where Joys Are Eternal, I Know.

I’m In The Lord’s Sacred Pavilion,
Thus Sheltered Securely From Harm;
With Him I Have Constant Communion,
I’m Resting On His Mighty Arm.

I’m In The Lord’s Sacred Pavilion;
Where I Would Forever Abide;
Though Once Far Away—A Lost Alien—
In Jesus I Now Can Confide.

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