1 There is a safe and secret place,
Beneath the wings Divine,
Reserved for all the heirs of grace;
O be that refuge mine!
2 The least and feeblest there may bide,
Uninjured and unawed;
While thousands fall on every side
He rests secure in God.
3 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.
4 A hand almighty to defend,
An ear for every call,
An honored life, a peaceful end,
And heaven to crown it all!
The Hymnal: Published by the authority of the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., 1895
|First Line:||There is a safe and secret place|
|Title:||There Is a Safe and Secret Place|
|Author:||Henry Francis Lyte|
“The least, the feeblest there may hide Uninjured and unawed;" to "The least, the feeblest there may bide Uninjured and unawed."The change of thought from hiding in terror, to abiding in calm repose is a decided poetic improvement; and is certainly more in accord with the Psalmist's declaration "Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day; nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness, nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday" (vers. 5, 6), than the original reading. --John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)