His Loving Arms Around Me

I was far away from Je­sus

Dead in tres­pass­es and sin

And I thought for one so vile no hope could be;

But the bless­èd Lord of Glo­ry

Stooped and raised me to Him­self

And He put His lov­ing arms around me.

He put His lov­ing arms around me;

He put His lov­ing arms around me;

I looked in­to His face

It beamed with ten­der grace

As He put his lov­ing arms around me.

Then He whis­pered to me par­don

Through the all aton­ing blood

Which He shed for my trans­gress­ions on the tree;

And the bless­èd peace of Heav­en

Came into my wea­ry soul

As He put His lov­ing arms around me.

Day by day He guides and keeps me

In the bless­èd nar­row way

From the ban of sin and death He makes me free;

There’s no ev­il can be­fall me

While I’m rest­ing in His grace

And He has His lov­ing arms around me.

In the hour of deep­est tri­al

When all earth­ly com­fort fails

And no cheer­ing ray of sun­shine I can see

Then to Him I bring my sor­row

And He wipes away my tears

As He puts His lov­ing arms around me.

Oh this bless­èd life in Je­sus!

Sinner

won’t you hear His call?

From the pow­er of sin’s do­min­ion He can free;

Yield thy heart to Him this mo­ment

And with joy thou’lt sure­ly find

That He’ll put His lov­ing arms around thee!

He’ll put His lov­ing arms around thee!

He’ll put His lov­ing arms around thee

Look up in­to His face

It beams with ten­der grace

And He’ll put His lov­ing arms around thee.