Held in His Mighty Arms

Safe is my re­fuge

sweet is my rest

Ill can­not harm me

nor foes e’er mo­lest;

Jesus my spir­it so ten­der­ly calms

Holding me close in His migh­ty arms.

Oh! what won­der­ful

won­der­ful rest!

Trusting com­plete­ly in Je­sus I’m blest;

Sweetly He com­forts and shields from alarms

Holding me safe in His migh­ty arms.

Pressing my tear stained cheek to His own

Hushing my grief with His sweet gen­tle tone;

Touching my heart with His heal­ing balms

Holding me still in His migh­ty arms.

Tempests may rage

sin’s surg­es may beat

Ne’er can they reach my shel­tered re­treat;

Free from all dan­ger

from dread al­arms

Resting so safe in His migh­ty arms.