In the hollow of His hand
I am safely sheltered
And I’m dreading not the
angry winds that blow
For the eye that watches over me
Shall never slumber and He
guides my footsteps everywhere I go
In the hollow of His hand
In the hollow of His hand
He keeps me in the
hollow of His hand
In the hollow of His hand
What a peaceful refuge
Where the weary heavy laden
may find sweet, sweet rest
In the secret place I know
My troubles are forgotten
As a child when folded
to his mother’s breast
In the hollow of His hand
I’ll remain forever
No power can pluck me
from my Father’s hand
Though I fall asleep in Him
I know that He’ll awaken me
Just inside of Heaven’s
golden borderland
In the hollow of his hand
In the hollow of His hand
I’m not to fear on
ocean or on land
For wherever I may roam,
He will guide me safely home
And He keeps me in the
hollow of His hand
