
(Bold words are included in the vocal version)
Swedish
Tryggare kan ingen vara
Än Guds lilla barnaskara
Stjärnan ej på himlafästet
Fågeln ej i kända nästet.
Herren sina trogna vårdar
Uti Sions helga gårdar
Över dem han sig förbarmar
Bär dem uppå fadersarmar.
Ingen nöd och ingen lycka
Skall utur hans hand dem rycka
Han vår vän för andra vänner
Sina barns bekymmer känner.
Se, han räknar håren alla
som ifrån vårt huvud falla
Han oss föder och oss kläder
Under sorgen han oss gläder.
Gläd dig då du lilla skara
Jakobs Gud skall dig bevara
För hans vilja måste alla
Fiender till jorden falla.
Vad han tar och vad han giver
Samme fader han dock bliver
Och hans mål är blott det ena
Barnets sanna väl allena.
English
Children of the heav’nly Father
Safely in His bosom gather;
Nestling bird nor star in heaven
Such a refuge e’er was given.
God His own doth tend and nourish;
In His holy courts they flourish;
From all evil things He spares them;
In His mighty arms He bears them.
Neither life nor death shall ever
From the Lord His children sever;
Unto them His grace He showeth,
And their sorrows all He knoweth.
Though He giveth or He taketh,
God His children ne’er forsaketh;
His the loving purpose solely
To preserve them pure and holy.
Lo, their very hairs He numbers,
And no daily care encumbers.
Them that share His ev’ry blessing
And His help in woes distressing.
Praise the Lord in joyful numbers:
Your Protector never slumbers.
At the will of your Defender
Ev’ry foeman must surrender.
More sacred songs and their history can be found in Stories Behind the Music (with a CD of the songs recorded by Len). It is available through the author: <len@lenshamn.com>