The hand that set the stars in space
Holds fast my hand.
My life is molded by the One
Who shaped the land.
The mind that planned the march of suns
Can understand
The petty trials of my day, and surely He
Who hollowed out the cup that holds
The mighty seas
And keeps the waves in check, can give
Tranquility.
In my small storms shall not the One
Who holds in place
The Milky Way
Keep me each day,
And by His grace
Present me soon, through Calvary’s work,
Before His face?