There is a safe and secret place,
Beneath the wings divine,

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.

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 heaven to crown it all!

~ Henry Francis Lyte

 Sunset

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