Saints in the hands of Christ
Jn. 10:28,29.
Firm as the earth thy gospel stands,
My Lord, my hope, my trust;
If I am found in Jesus’ hands,
My soul can ne’er be lost.
His honor is engaged to save
The meanest of his sheep;
All that his heav’nly Father gave
His hands securely keep.
Nor death nor hell shall e’er remove
His favorites from his breast;
In the dear bosom of his love
They must for ever rest.
(Isaac Watts)
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