In the Hollow of His Hand

1 In the hollow of his hand my Father holdeth me;
Calmly gaze I from my shelter, o’er the stormy sea.
Naught can harm me, naught alarm me, all unmoved I stand,
While my heav’nly Father holds me in the hollow of his hand.

Refrain:
In the hollow of his hand,
My heav’nly Father holds me in the hollow of his hand;
Gently to his will he moulds me,
While he firmly, firmly holds me in the hollow of his hand.

2 Storm and tempest hold o terrors, angry tho’ they be;
I will fear no evil while my Father holdeth me.
Trusting ever, doubting never, on the sea or land;
For my heav’nly Father holds me in hollow of his hand. [Refrain]

3 Clouds may rise, and storms may gather darkly o’er my way;
Far from fold and tender shepherd, erring feet may stray;
Friends may grieve me, love deceive me; sin may leave its brand;
Yet a loving Father holds me in hollow of his hand. [Refrain]

Source: Songs for All #42

• MIDI file from Songs for All #42