Carolina Sandell Berg Archive

1 Children of the heavenly Father Safely in His bossom gather; Nestling bird nor star in heaven Such a refuge e’er was given. 2 God His own doth tend and nourish, In His holy love they flourish; From all evil things He spares …

1 Day by day, and with each passing moment, Strength I find, to meet my trials here; Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment, I’ve no cause for worry or for fear. He Whose heart is kind beyond all measure Gives unto each day …