Ev’ry foeman must surrender
Praise the Lord in joyful numbers
Such a refuge e’er was given
Such a refuge e’er was given
And no daily care encumbers

In His mighty arms He bears them

Nestling bird nor star in Heaven
And His help in woes distressing
Children of the heav’nly Father
In His holy courts they flourish
Neither life nor death shall ever
At the will of your Defender

Your Protector never slumbers

And their sorrows all He knoweth
God, His own doth tend and nourish
God His children ne’er forsaketh
His, the loving purpose solely
Though He giveth or He taketh
Them that share His ev’ry blessing
To preserve them, pure and holy
Safely in His bosom gather
From all evil things He spares them
Lo, their very hairs He numbers
Unto them His grace He showeth
Nestling bird nor star in Heaven
From the Lord, His children sever