Though the shadows gather round me, and the way

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]

Source: Sacred Praise: for Use in Gospel Meetings, Evangelistic Services ... #20

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