In the Hollow of His Hand

When I waken in the morning, And my heart is filled with fear, Knowing not the unseen sorrow, Nor what terror may be near, A peace falls on my spirit, Too restful to withstand, As I think how safe He holds me In the hollow of His hand. When I think of all the sorrow And the agony of life— How the world is struggling onward In the midst of care and strife— There are depths I cannot fathom; But one thought is at command: Jesus Christ stands at the crisis, Stretching forth His...