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Children of the heavenly Father
Safely in His bossom gather; Nestling bird nor star in heaven Such a refuge e'er was given. 2
God His own doth tend and nourish,
In His holy love they flourish; From all evil things He spares them, In His mighty arms He bears them. 3
Neither life nor death shall ever
From the Lord His children sever; Unto them His grace He showeth, And their sorrows all He knoweth. 4
Praise the Lord in joyful numbers,
Your Protector never slumbers; At the will of your Defender Every foe-man must surrender. 5
Though He giveth or He taketh, |
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