My heavenly Father is caring for me, My bark He is guiding o’er life’s raging sea; Though storms overshadow, and billows are wild, They cannot o’erwhelm me, for I am His child.
Refrain: Oh, I am His child, His own loving child, He cares for me so tenderly, for I am His child.
And when in the furnace of trial I stand, My Savior beside me doth hold to my hand; “Be faithful,” He whispers in accents so mild; The flames cannot harm me, for I am His child.
When clouds thickly gather and hide from my view The face of my Savior, His eye pierces through; He keeps me from being by Satan beguiled; Securely I’m resting, for I am His child.
His child evermore, and He’s with me, I know, E’en though through the valley of death I should go; He keepeth my spirit by sin undefiled; He’ll take me to heaven, for I am His child.