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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.
Hymn 138
Isaac Watts
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Poem topics: death, father, hope, lost, trust, dear, soul, earth, sheep, remove, honor, save, jesus, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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