Classic Poem

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 . . . .
What tho' fiercely roar the storms around 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, for God himself doth hold me
In the hollow of his hand.
In the hollow, in the hollow of his hand.
In the hollow, in the hollow of his hand,
I am safe while God himself doth hold me.
In the hollow of his hand.