There is a safe and secret place
Beneath the wings divine;
Reserved for all the heirs of grace,
Oh, 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.
The angels watch him on his way,
And aid with friendly arm;
And Satan, roaring for his prey,
May hate, but cannot harm.
H. F. Lyte.