More secure is no one everThan the loved ones of the Saviour,Not yon star on high abidingNor the bird in home nest hiding.God His own doth tend and nourish;In His holy courts they flourish.From all evil things He spares them;In His loving arms He bears them.Neither life nor death shall everFrom the Lord His children sever;Unto them His grace He showeth,And their sorrows all He knoweth.Little flock, to joy then yield thee!Jacob's God will ever shield thee;Rest secure with this Defender—At His will all foes surrender.Tho' He giveth or He taketh,God His children ne'er forsaketh;His the loving purpose solelyTo preserve them pure and holy.
