1 The Lord who died on Calv'ry's side,
Forevermore my trust shall be;
His hand of love stretched from above,
Was wounded while it sheltered me.

Chorus:
It shelters me, it shelters me,
His wounded hand still shelters me;
His hand of love stretched from above,
Was wounded while it sheltered me.

2 His blood He gave my soul to save;
Within His circling arms I hide;
The nail and spear He suffered here,
That I might in His peace abide. [Chorus]

3 In life and word may He be heard,
Till others find this blessed rest;
Till, face to face, we'll sing His grace
In radiant mansions pure and blest. [Chorus]