1 Our God hath given promise-
And His grace for this hath planned;
His child shall rest securely
In the hollow of His hand.
Chorus:
Let come what may--or wave, or tempest--
Peace, be still! tis His command;
My soul is held in peace eternal
In the hollow of His hand.
2 O soul, be thou not troubled,
Tho' thou dost now understand;
No turmoil shall molest thee
In the hollow of His hand. (Chorus)
3 E'en tho' stern duty call thee,
And each day make full demand,
The soul may find its shelter
In the hollow of His hand. (Chorus)
4 The joy that passeth knowledge,
Peace that none can understand,
For thee, for thee are waiting
In the hollow of His hand. (Chorus)