When I feel alone, I’m not really alone.
When I feel dismayed, He says “Don’t be afraid.”
When the world around me changes like the shifting sands,
His word still stands. I’m in good hands.
When the nights are long, He sees me through.
When it hurts He says ‘I’ve been there too.”
I like to think that I don’t worry but I sometimes do.
Though He never fails to see me through.
I know I’m in good hands, when the night is long,
when the valley’s low, when I’m not that strong.
Upon that cross, all my hope still stands.
Because they were nail-scarred for me.
I know I’m in good hands.
He touched the blind and they could see.
He made the lame to walk like me.
And the very hands that offer hope to the lost,
are the same hands nailed to that cross.
I know I’m in good hands, when the night is long,
when the valley’s low, when I’m not that strong.
Upon that cross, all my hope still stands.
Because they were nail-scarred for me’
I know I’m in good hands’ when the night is long,
when the valley’s low, when I’m not that strong.
Upon that cross, all my hope still stands.
Because they were nail-scarred for me,
there’s no place I would rather be’
I know I’m in good hands.
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