Security

JOHN RANDALL DUNN

Love divine, the enfolding arms
Of Thy mercy compass me.
With mine opened eyes I see
All the ills, the threatened harms,
Phantoms—fleeting dreams—to be;
For in Thine enfolding arms
Dwelleth sweet security.

Father-Mother Love, so near,
Gently brooding over all,—
Hearing me before I call,—
When I rest in Thee, all fear
And its train of sorrows fall;
Dwells nor pain nor anguished tear
With the thought that Love is All!