1 Tho’ the shadows gather ‘round me, and the way I cannot see, I am resting on the promise of my Saviour’s love to me; And how oft the tho’t comes to me that my falt’ring feet must stand, For God measures all my sorrows in the hollow of His hand.
Refrain: In the hollow of His hand, In the hollow of His hand, For He loves me and He holds me In the hollow of His hand.
2 He who calms the raging tempest, and who bids the waves be still, Walks beside me in the conflict, His sure promise to fulfill; O how tenderly He whispers to my heart each blest command, For He loves me and He holds me in the hollow of His hand. [Refrain]
3 Yes, He knows the hidden dangers all along the upward way, He will guide me safely over till I reach the gates of day; He will ever go before me, tho’ the storm on sea or land, And will hold me and protect me in the hollow of His hand. [Refrain] | Sacred Praise: for Use in Gospel Meetings, Evangelistic Services ... #20 (1912) |