THERE is a safe and secret place Beneath the wings divine, Reserv'd for all the heirs of grace: Oh, be that refuge mine! The least and feeblest there may bide Uninjur'd and unaw'd; While thousands fall on every side, He rests secure in God. The angels watch him on his way, And aid with friendly arm; And Satan, roaring for his prey, May hate, but cannot harm. 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 honor'd life, a peaceful end, And heaven to crown it all! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHELL TO THE PEARL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE VALLEY BROOK by JOHN HOWARD BRYANT A COMPARISON by WILLIAM COWPER SPRING by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS OUR LEFT' by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR LATAKIA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE LETTER; EDWARD ROWLAND SILL, DIED FEBRUARY 27, 1887 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |