Children of the Heavenly Father

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;

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.