Our souls are in God's mighty hand

Our souls are in God's mighty hand, We're precious in His sight; And you and I shall surely stand With Him in glory bright.

Him eye to eye we then shall see, Our face like His shall shine; O what a glorious company Where saints and angels join!

O what a joyful meeting there! In robes of white arrayed; We all shall join in praising Him Whose glories never fade.

When we've been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, We'll have no less to sing His praise Than when we first begun.

We'll stem the storm, it won't be long, We'll anchor by and by In the haven of eternal rest, With Jesus ever nigh.