He Will Hide Me

When the storms of life are rag­ing

Tempests wild on sea and land

I will seek a place of re­fuge

In the sha­dow of God’s hand.

He will hide me

He will hide me

Where no harm can e’er be­tide me;

He will hide me

safe­ly hide me

In the sha­dow of His hand.

Tho’ He may send some af­flict­ion

’Twill but make me long for home;

For in love and not in an­ger

All His chast­en­ings will come.

Enemies may strive to in­jure

Satan all his arts em­ploy;

He will turn what seems to harm me

Into ev­er­last­ing joy.

So

while here the cross I’m bear­ing

Meeting storms and bil­lows wild

Jesus for my soul is car­ing

Naught can harm His Fa­ther’s child.