Children of the Heavenly Father, Safely in His bosom gather, Nestling bird
nor star in heaven, Such a refuge e'er was given.
God His own doth tend and nourish, In His holy course 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
or He taketh.
God His children ne'er forsaketh, His the loving purpose solely,
To preserve them pure and holy.
Heave
hares in numbers, And no daily care encumbers, Them that share His every
blessing, And His help in the world's distressing.
Praise the Lord in joyful numbers, Your Protector never slumbers.
At the will of your Defender, Every full man must surrender.
Children of the Heavenly Father, Safely in His bosom gather, Nestling bird
nor star in heaven, Such a refuge e'er was given.