1.
There is a safe and secret place
Beneath the wings divine,
Reserved for all the heirs of grace;
O, be that refuge mine!
2.
The least and feeblest there may bide,
Uninjured and unawed;
While thousands fall on every side,
He rests secure in God.
3.
He feeds in pastures large and fair,
Of love and truth divine;
O child of God, 0 glory's heir!
How rich a lot is thine!
4.
A hand almighty to defend,
An ear for every call,
An honored life, a peaceful end,
And heaven to crown it all.