Those mighty everlasting arms,
Invisible, but real,
How wonderful when resting there,
The grace and strength we feel!
When leaning on those mighty arms,
Beneath His shelt'ring wing,
There's comfort and abiding peace,
My heart doth gladly sing.
Though troubles may like billows rise,
And clouds obscure our view,
But resting on those mighty arms,
The Lord will see us through.
We are all weakness in ourselves,
We have no power to claim,
The peace and vict'ry only come,
By trusting Jesus Name.
The Name of Him who died for us,
His Name speaks peace and love,
And Jesus only can console,
And lead our thoughts above,
To where the many mansions are,
That He himself prepared,
And He will come to take us there,
His glories with us shared.
Oh! teach our hearts to firmly rest
Upon those mighty arms,
Though trials come, our faith to test,
With Thee we feel no harm;
Though Satan seek to buffet sore,
The soul that clings to Thee,
And leans upon those mighty arms,
Is sheltered, safe and free.
Those wondrous everlasting arms,
Oh! how we praise Thy grace!
That made provision for our needs,
That helps in every case.
Thou hast not put us in this scene
To wander here alone,
But Thou didst meet our every need,
And for our sins atone.
And from the glory, Thou dost seek
To win our hearts to Thee,
To find our comfort in Thy love,
Thy grace and strength so free.
Just meditating of Thy love,
And all Thy wondrous ways,
Which lead our hearts to worship,
And our lips to songs of praise.
Oh! may we value more and more
Those everlasting arms,
Where we may flee for safety,
When the tempter would alarm,
And may we find our refuge,
'Neath the shelter of Thy wing,
And find in Thee our pleasure,
And the joy Thy love doth bring.