When the storms of life are raging, Tempests wild on sea and land, I will seek a place of refuge In the shadow of God's hand.
He will hide . me ! . He will hide . me Where no harm . . can e'er betide me : He will hide . me I . safely hide . me, . In the sha - - dow of His hand !
2. Though He may send some affliction, 'Twill but make me long for home ; For in love and not in anger, All His chastenings will come.
3. Enemies may strive to injure, Satan all his arts employ ; God will turn what seems to harm me Into everlasting joy.
4. So, while here the cross I'm bearing, Meeting storms and billows wild, Jesus for my soul is caring, Naught can harm His Father's child.