Resting in Jesus’ Arms

In the arms of Je­sus I sweet­ly rest

And my soul re­pos­es up­on His breast;

As a ten­der mo­ther her child doth hold

I am shel­tered in Je­sus’ fold.

I am rest­ing in Je­sus’ arms

And I fear not the world’s alarms;

Tho’ its storms as­sail me on ev­ery side

In this re­fuge my soul shall hide.

In the arms of Je­sus my cares de­part

For He shares my sor­row and cheers my heart;

All my hea­vy bur­dens He bears away

For I take them to Him each day.

In the arms of Je­sus ’twas love di­vine

Made this bless­èd shel­ter of safe­ty mine;

And I ask no sweet­er abid­ing place

Than in Je­sus’

my Lord’s em­brace.

In the arms of Je­sus I’ll sleep in peace

When the cares and tri­als of earth-life cease;

He will bear me up­ward on wings of love

To those man­sions pre­pared ab­ove.