I feel the touch of hands so kind and tender.

They're leading me in the paths that I must trod.

I'll have no fear for Jesus walks beside me

For I'm sheltered in the arms of God.



So let the storm clouds rage high,

The dark clouds rise,

They don't bother me;

For I'm sheltered in the arms of God.

He walks with me,

And naught of earth shall harm me,

For I'm sheltered in the arms of God.



Soon I shall hear the call from heaven's portals

Come home my child,



It's the last mile you must trod

I'll fall asleep

And wake in God's sweet heaven

For I'm sheltered in the arms of God.



So let the storm clouds rage high,

The dark clouds rise,

They don't bother me;

For I'm sheltered in the arms of God.

He walks with me,

And naught of earth shall harm me,

For I'm sheltered in the arms of God.