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Hymn 138

 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.

by Isaac Watts
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