There Is a Safe and Secret Place

There is a safe and sec­ret place

Beneath the wings di­vine

Reserved for all the heirs of grace;

O be that re­fuge mine!

The least and feeb­lest there may bide

Uninjured and un­awed;

While thou­sands fall on ev­ery side

He rests se­cure in God.

The an­gels watch him on his way

And aid with friend­ly arm;

And Sa­tan roar­ing for his prey

May hate

but can­not harm.

He feeds in pas­tures large and fair

Of love and truth di­vine.

O child of God

O glo­ry’s heir

How rich a lot is thine!

A hand al­migh­ty to de­fend

An ear for ev­ery call

An hon­ored life

a peace­ful end

And Heav’n to crown it all!