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      Though He giveth or He taketh   God His children ne?er forsaketh   His, the loving purpose solely   To preserve them, pure and holy      Lo, their very hairs He numbers   And no daily care encumbers   Them that share His ev?ry blessing   And His help in woes distressing      Praise the Lord in joyful numbers   Your Protector never slumbers   At the will of your Defender   Ev?ry foeman must surrender      Children of the heav?nly Father   Safely in His bosom gather   Nestling bird nor star in Heaven   Such a refuge e?er was given