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!

(C) Henry Francis Lyte
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Henry Francis Lyte

• Long Did I Toil
• Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken
• O That The Lords Salvation
• Pleasant Are Thy Courts Above
• Praise The Lord, Gods Glories Show
• Abide With Me
• A Lost Love
• Praise, My Soul, The King Of Heaven
• Declining Days
• Praise For Thee, Lord, In Zion Waits
• My God, My King, Thy Praise I Sing
• When At Thy Footstool, Lord, I Bend
• God Of Mercy, God Of Grace
• My Spirit On Thy Care
• There Is A Safe And Secret Place
• Far From My Heavenly Home