Children of the heavenly Father, Safely in His bosom gather;
Nestling bird nor star in Heaven, Such a refuge e'er is given.
God His own doth tend and nourish, In His holy courts they
flourish; From all evil things He spares them, In His mighty
arms He bears them.
Neither life nor death shall ever, From the Lord His children
sever; Unto them His grace He showeth, And their sorrows
all He knoweth.
Lo, their very hairs He numbers, And no daily cares encumbers;
Them that share His every blessing, And His help in woes distressing.
Praise the Lord in joyful numbers, Your Protector never slumbers;
At the will of your Defender, Every foeman must surrender.
Though He giveth or He taketh, God His children ne'er forsaketh;
His the loving purpose only, To preserve them pure and holy.