Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God. 1 John 3:1
Words: Karolina W. Sandell-Berg, Andeliga Daggdroppar 1855 (Tryggare Kan Ingen Vara). Translated from Swedish to English by Ernst W. Olson, in The Hymnal and Order of Service, by the Evangelical Lutheran Augustana Synod of North America (Rock Island, Illinois: Augustana Book Concern, 1925).
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.
Praise the Lord in joyful numbers:
Your protector never slumbers;
At the will of your defender
Every foeman must surrender.
Though He giveth or He taketh,
God His children ne’er forsaketh;
His the loving purpose solely
To preserve them pure and holy.