O, soul tossed on the billows,
Afar from friendly land,
Look up to Him who holds thee in
The hollow of His hand.
In The hollow of His hand,
In the hollow of His hand,
O how safe are all who trust Him,
In The hollow of His hand.
Tho' raging winds may drive thee,
A wreck upon the strand,
Still cling to Him who holds thee in
The hollow of His hand.
In The hollow of His hand,
In the hollow of His hand,
O how safe are all who trust Him,
In The hollow of His hand.
When strength is spent in toiling,
And wearily you stand,
Then rest in Him who holds thee in
The hollow of His hand.
In The hollow of His hand,
In the hollow of His hand,
O how safe are all who trust Him,
In The hollow of His hand.
When by the swelling Jordan,
Your feet in sinking sand,
Remember still He holds thee in
The hollow of his hand.
In The hollow of His hand,
In the hollow of His hand,
O how safe are all who trust Him,
In The hollow of His hand.
And when at last we're gathered,
With all the ransomed band,
We'll praise our God who holds us in
The hollow of His hand.
In The hollow of His hand,
In the hollow of His hand,
O how safe are all who trust Him,
In The hollow of His hand.
This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by Louise J. Kirkwood and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.
