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.
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.
4. The joy that passeth knowledge,
Peace that none can understand,
For thee, for thee are waiting
In the hollow of His hand.