(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)
More 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.
God His own doth tend and nourish,
In His holy courts they flourish;
Like a father kind He spares them,
In His loving arms He bears them.
Neither life not death can ever
From the Lord His children sever,
For His love and deep comapassion
Comforts them in tribulation.
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.
What He takes or what He gives us
Shows the Father’s love so precious;
We may trust His purpose wholly —
‘Tis His children’s welfare solely.