Worlds on worlds are in His keeping,
Yet He keeps me by his pow’r;
Day and night He knows no sleeping,
He is with me ev’ry hour.
Ev’ry hour He is most precious,
Ev’ry day He is my stay;
Nothing e’er can come to hurt me,
He is with me all the way.
Love divine is o’er me stealing,
Love unmeasured all the way;
Love that makes earth’s prison, palace,
Love that makes earth’s night all day.
If within the den of lions,
I may know His matchless grace,
With His angel watching o’er me,
I shall laugh, their pow’r to face.
If within the fiery furnace,
I may see His blessed face,
Sweetest moments then life’s trials,
Blessed trophies, of His grace.
He has pow’r o’er storm and tempest,
He has pow’r o’er sin and strife,
Glad with Him to sail life’s ocean,
In His keeping trust my life.
D.C.C./David C. Cook/harmonized by T.M.T.