In the Hollow of His Hand (Kirkwood)

O

soul tossed on the bil­lows

Afar from friend­ly land

Look up to Him who holds thee in

The hol­low of His hand.

In The hol­low of His hand

In the hol­low of His hand

O how safe are all who trust Him

In The hol­low of His hand.

Tho’ rag­ing winds may drive thee

A wreck up­on the strand

Still cling to Him who holds thee in

The hol­low of His hand.

When strength is spent in toil­ing

And wea­ri­ly you stand

Then rest in Him who holds thee in

The hol­low of His hand.

And when at last we’re ga­thered

With all the ran­somed band

We’ll praise our God who holds us in

The hol­low of His hand.