My Heavenly Father Is Caring For Me,
My Bark He Is Guiding O’er Life’s Raging Sea;
Though Storms Overshadow, And Billows Are Wild,
They Cannot Overwhelm Me, For I Am His Child.

Oh, I Am His Child, His Own Loving Child,
He Cares For Me So Tenderly, For I Am His Child.

And When In The Furnace Of Trial I Stand,
My Savior Beside Me Doth Hold To My Hand;
“Be Faithful,” He Whispers In Accents So Mild;
The Flames Cannot Harm Me, For I Am His Child.

When Clouds Thickly Gather And Hide From My View
The Face Of My Savior, His Eye Pierces Through;
He Keeps Me From Being By Satan Beguiled;
Securely I’m Resting, For I Am His Child.

His Child Evermore, And He’s With Me, I Know,
E’en Though Through The Valley Of Death I Should Go;
He Keepeth My Spirit By Sin Undefiled;
He’ll Take Me To Heaven, For I Am His Child.

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