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.