1Children of the heav’nly Father
safely in his bosom gather;
Nestling bird nor star in heaven
such a refuge e’er was given

2God 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.

3Neither life nor death shall ever
from the Lord his children sever;
Unto them his grace he showeth,
and their sorrows all he knoweth.

4Praise the Lord in joyful numbers,
Your Protector never slumbers;
At the will of your Defender
Every foe man must surrender.

5Though he giveth or he taketh,
God his childer ne’er forsaketh;
His the loving purpose solely
to preserve them pure and holy.

6More secure is no one ever
than the loved ones of the Savior;
Not yon star on high abiding
Nor the bird in home nest hiding.