“Underneath are the everlasting arms.” Deut. 33. 27
J. Kent S.M.
1
Why, drooping saint, dismayed?
Does sorrow press thee down?
Has God refused to give thee aid,
Or does he seem to frown?
2
In darkness or distress,
His love’s the same to thee;
Without declension, more or less,
Immutable and free.
3
Should guilt disturb thy peace,
Or Satan harass thee,
Behold the Saviour’s righteousness,
That sets the guilty free.
4
Though he afflicts thy mind,
’Tis not that he’ll destroy;
Eternal Wisdom ne’er designed
To give thee always joy.
5
Beneath thy fainting head
Thy Father and thy Friend
His everlasting arms has laid,
To succour and defend.
