I Am safe, whatever may betide me;
I am safe, whoever may deride me;
I am safe as long as I confide me:
In the hollow of God's hand.
In the hollow, hollow of His hand,
In the hollow, hollow of His hand,
I am safe while God Himself doth hold me
In the hollow, of His hand.
What tho' fierce the stormy blasts roar round me:
What tho' sore life's trials oft confound me;
I am safe, for naught of ill can wound me
In the hollow of God's hand.
Everlasting arms of love enfold me
Words of peace the voice divine has told me
I am safe, while God Himself doth hold me
In the hollow of His hand.