Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God. I John 3:1a.
But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name. John 1:12.
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.
~ Karolina W. Sandell-Berg
Beautiful words!
I realize that this is quite old–but it is timeless. What a fabulous hymn.
Blessings,
Julie
Barbara, Thanks so much for stopping by my blog and leaving me a birthday comment.
Hope you have a lovely day!
Blessings~Mary~ :-}