1. There is a safe and secret place
Beneath the wings divine
Reserved for all the heirs of grace;
Oh, be that refuge mine!

2. The least and feeblest there may bide
Uninjured and unawed;
While thousands fall on ev'ry side
They rest secure in God.

3. The angels watch them on their way
And aid with friendly arm;
While Satan, roaring for his prey,
May hate, but cannot harm.

4. They feed in pastures large and fair
Of love and truth divine.
O child of God, O Glory’s heir,
How rich a lot is thine!

5. A hand almighty to defend,
An ear for ev’ry call,
An honored life, a peaceful end,
And Heav’n to crown it all!