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