The Hollow of God’s Hand

I am safe

what­ev­er may be­tide me;

I am safe

who­ev­er may de­ride me;

I am safe

as long as I con­fide me

In the hol­low of God’s hand.

In the hol­low of His hand!

In the hol­low of His hand!

I am safe while God Him­self doth hold me

In the hol­low of His hand.

What tho’ fierce the stormy blasts roar round me;

What tho’ sore life’s tri­als oft con­found me;

I am safe

for naught of ill can wound me

In the hol­low of God’s hand.

Everlasting arms of love en­fold me;

Words of peace the voice di­vine has told me;

I am safe

while God Him­self doth hold me

In the hol­low of His hand.