328.  He Will Hide Me

1
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.

2
Though he may permit affliction,
‘Twill but make me long for home,
For in love, and not in anger,
All his chast’nings 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, when here the cross I’m bearing,
Meeting storms and billows wild,
Jesus for my soul is caring:
Naught can harm his Father’s child.