WHEN THE STORMS OF LIFE...

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.

CHORUS
He will hide me, He will hide me,
Where no harm can e’er
betide me;
He will hide me, safely hide me
In the shadow of His hand.

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.

Enemies may strive to injure,
Satan all his acts employ;
He will turn what seems to
harm me
Into everlasting joy.

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.