His Love Shelters Me

Tho’ the tem­pests of sor­row sweep ov­er my way

As the bil­lows sweep ov­er the sea;

Still the Sav­ior can speak

and the winds will ob­ey

And I know that His love shel­ters me.

Oh! I know that His dear loving care shelters me

When the billows sweep over the sea;

In His love I’ll abide

’neath His shadow I’ll hide

For I know that His love shelters me.

Tho’ the surges of sin all around me may roll

In the Savior a refuge I see;

And the calm of His voice bringeth peace to my soul

For I know that His love shelters me.

I am happy to know that a Savior is near

And He’ll make my heart joyful and free;

Then behind me I’ll cast all my doubting and fear

For I know that His love shelters me.

Will you come to the Savior? He ever will guide

And your refuge He gladly will be;

In His love as a harbor you safely may hide

For I know that His love shelters me.