When
I am far from those who care
And
find no friendly faces there,
He's
always there, and stands by me.
He
takes my cares, and sets me free.
Thank
God, I'm free, and I can stand
In
the hollow of His hand.

He
reaches out across the lands
With
bleeding heart, and nail-pierced
hands.
He
bids me come. Because of grace,
He
bore my guilt, and took my place.
He
reaches down, and helps me stand
There,
in the hollow of His hand.

He
is closer than a brother
A
real, true friend, like no other.
He'll
never take, but always give.
He
even died that I might live.
He
gently urges me to stand
Now,
in the hollow of His hand.

Sometimes
I sit beneath the cross,
Feeling
helpless, and at a loss.
When
my heart cries, He sheds a tear.
When
I'm afraid, He's always near.
Life
can be hard, but it is grand,
Here,
in the hollow of His hand.

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