He Holdeth the Storm in His Hand

1 A vessel was tossed by a raging storm,
One day in the years gone by,
While angry waves threatened the mariners,
It seemed that no help was nigh,
Yet sleeping on board was the Son of man,
The storm must obey his will;
So, waking, he spoke to the sea and sky,
The tempest at once was still.

Refrain:
He holdeth the storm in his hand,
He holdeth the storm in his hand,
Life's tempest may roll,
Yet he keepeth my soul,
For he holdeth the storm in his Hand.

2 My life was once tossed by the waves of sin,
No favoring breezes fanned,
It seemed that no helper could e'er be found,
To pilot my bark to land;
Yet when in my weakness I cried aloud,
“My Savior, O where art thou?”
He stood at my side, and the tempest ceased,
He saved me, and keeps me now. [Refrain]

3 While sailing life's ocean I have no fear,
For Jesus hath spoken peace,
From burdens of sin that so long oppressed,
He giveth my soul release;
At rest in the life-boat with him to guide,
I smile at the restless wave,
While joyfully telling to all around,
Of Christ and his pow'r to save. [Refrain]

Source: Songs of the Century #112

• MIDI file from Songs of the Century #112