In the Hollow of His Hand

1 When tossed upon the billows,
Afar from friendly land,
I will look to him who holds me,
In the hollow of his hand,
Though rayless be my pathway,
By night the heavens spanned,
I will trust in him who holds me,
In the hollow of his hand.

Refrain:
In the hollow, of his hand,
In the hollow, of his hand,
I will trust in him who holds me,
In the hollow of his hand.

2 Though raging winds may drive me,
A wreck upon the strand,
I will cling to him who holds me,
In the hollow of his hand,
Though deadened sails hand o’er me,
By hast’ning winds unfanned,
I will wait on him who holds me,
In the hollow of his hand. [Refrain]

3 When by the swelling Jordan,
My feet in sinking sand,
I will cry to him who holds me,
In the hollow of his hand,
Ah, there is bliss in walking,
E’en tho’ a desert land,
In knowing that he holds me,
In the hollow of his hand. [Refrain]

Source: Triumphant Songs No.1 #40

• MIDI file from Triumphant Songs No.1 #40