Children Of The Heavenly Father
Safely In His Bosom Gather;
Nestling Bird Nor Star In Heaven
Such A Refuge Ever Was 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.

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 Solely
To Preserve Them Pure And Holy.

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