Though The Shadows Gather Round Me And T


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.

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]

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]