Hidden in the hollow
Of His blessed Hand,
Never foe can follow,
Never traitor stand:
Not a surge of worry,
Not a shade of care,
Not a blast of hurry
Touch the spirit there.
Every joy or trial
Falleth from above,
Traced upon our dial
By the Sun of Love.
We may trust Him fully
All for us to do
They who trust Him wholly
Find Him wholly true.