677--Art thou sunk in depths of sorrow

Art thou sunk in depths of sorrow

677

	1.	Art thou sunk in depths of sorrow
		Where no arm can reach so low?
		There is One whose arms almighty
		Reach beyond thy deepest woe.
		God th' Eternal is thy refuge,
		Let it still thy wild alarms;
		Underneath thy deepest sorrow,
		Are the everlasting arms.
		Underneath thee, underneath thee,
		Are the everlasting arms,
		Everlasting, everlasting,
		Are the everlasting arms.
	2.	Other arms grow faint and weary,
		These can never faint, nor fail;
		Others reach our mounts of blessing,
		These our lowest loneliest vale.
		O that all might know His freindship!
		O that all might see His charms!
		O that all might have beneath them
		Jesus' everlasting arms.
	3.	Underneath us, O how easy;
		We have not to mount on high,
		But to sink into His fulness,
		And in trustful weakness lie.
		And we find our humbling failures
		Save us from the strength that harms!
		We may fail, but underneath us
		Are the everlasting arms.
	4.	Arms of Jesus! fold me closer,
		To Thy strong and loving breast,
		Till my spirit on Thy bosom
		Finds its everlasting rest;
		And when time's last sands are sinking,
		Shield my heart from all alarms,
		Softly whispering, "Underneath thee,
		Are the everlasting arms."