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
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
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Tho' 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 arts employ
He will turn what seems to harm me
Into everlasting joy
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