294.  The Secret Place

1
There is a safe and secret place
Beneath the wings divine,
Reserved for ev’ry child of grace
By faith who says, ‘Tis mine.

2
The least and feeblest here may bide,
And rest secure in God;
Beneath his wings they safely hide,
When dangers are abroad.

3
The angels watch him on his way,
And aid with friendly arm;
And Satan, seeking out his prey,
May hate, but cannot harm.

4
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!

5
A hand almighty to defend,
An ear for ev’ry call,
A hidden life, and in the end,
Glory to crown it all.