When arms of flesh are failing,
And earth seems cold and drear,
I love to trust in Christ’s strong arm,
For then He draws so near!
In deepest midnight darkness,
When not a star I see,
The harder then I lean on Him,
For then He’s nearest me.
And when the raging billows
Are threat’ning to o’erwhelm
I love to trust in Jesus then,
For He is at the helm.
Though clouds obscure His presence,
I know He’s just as near;
And still I trust His changeless love,
And will not yield to fear.