1. Children of the heav’nly Father Safely in His bosom gather; Nestling bird nor star in heaven Such a refuge e’er was given.
2. 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.
3. Neither life nor death shall ever From the Lord His children sever; Unto them His grace He showeth, And their sorrows all He knoweth.
4. Lo, their very hairs He numbers, And no daily care encumbers Them that share His every blessing, And His help in woes distressing.
5. Praise the Lord in joyful numbers: Your Protector never slumbers. At the will of your Defender Every foeman must surrender.
6. Though He giveth or He taketh, God His children ne’er forsaketh, His the loving purpose solely To preserve them pure and holy.