Security

Thine we are, dear heavenly Father;
Safe are we from every harm,
For securely dost Thou keep us
In the circle of Thine arm.

Though the winds blow wild about us,
Though great mountains be removed,
Still no fear our hearts can enter,
For Thy presence we have proved.

Thine we are, dear heavenly Father,
In the circle of Thine arm,
Where we dwell is safe abiding;
There no storm has power to harm.

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