Underneath

Dear friends, no preamble is needed for this excellent piece of poetry by the beloved A. B. Simpson, founder of the Christian & Missionary Alliance.

Are you sunk in depths of sorrow

Where no arm can reach so low;

There is One whose arms almighty

Reach beyond thy deepest woe.

God the Eternal is thy refuge,

Let Him still thy wild alarms;

Underneath thy deepest sorrow

Are the everlasting arms.

Other arms grow faint and weary,

These can never faint nor fail;

Others reach our mounts of blessing,

These our lowest, loneliest vale.

Oh, that all might know His friendship!

Oh, that all might see His charms!

Oh, that all might have beneath them

Jesus' everlasting arms.

Underneath us - oh, how easy!

We have not to mount on high,

But to sink into His fullness

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.

Arms of Jesus, fold me closer

To Thy strong and loving breast,

Till my spirit on Thy bosom

Finds it's everlasting rest;

And when time's last sands are sinking,

Shield my heart from all alarms,

Softly whispering, "Underneath thee

Are the everlasting arms."

by A. B. Simpson

Deut. 33:27 (KJV) "The eternal God is thy refuge,and underneath are the everlasting arms."

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