1 He that dwelleth in the presence
Of the highest shall abide
Where no trouble ever cometh,
Where no evil can betide.

Refrain:
Hide me in the secret
Of thy presence oh, my King,
Where no storms may ever gather,
In the shadow of thy wing.

2 When the clouds of sorrow gather,
And the billow o’er me roll,
Safe within his blest pavilion,
He will hide my weary soul. [Refrain]

3 I will plead the precious promise,
Of his tender loving care,
For the destitute and needy,
And he will regard my prayer. [Refrain]

4 And the angry waves shall slumber,
At the bidding of his will,
He will calm the raging tumult,
With his gentle, “Peace, be still.” [Refrain]