Children of the heav’nly 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 courts they flourish;
Like a father kind He spares them,
In His love arms He bears them.
Neither life nor death shall ever
From the Lord His children sever
For His love and deep compassion
Comfort them in tribulation.
Little flock, to joy then yield thee!
Jacob's God will ever shield thee;
Rest secure with theirDefender,
At His will all foes surrender.
What He takes or what He gives us
Shows the Father's love so precious;
We may trust His purpose wholly–
'Tis His children's welfare solely.