1  Art thou sunk in depths of sorrow

    Where no arm can reach so low?

    There is One whose arms almighty

    Reach beyond thy deepest woe.

    God th' Eternal is thy refuge,

    Let it still thy wild alarms;

    Underneath thy deepest sorrow,

    Are the everlasting arms.

 2  Other arms grow faint and weary,

    These can never faint, nor fail;

    Others reach our mounts of blessing,

    These our lowest loneliest vale.

    O that all might know His friendship!

    O that all might see His charms!

    O that all might have beneath them

    Jesus' everlasting arms.

 3  Underneath us, O how easy;

    We have not to mount on high,

    But to sink into His fulness,

    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.

 4  Arms of Jesus! Fold me closer,

    To Thy strong and loving breast,

    Till my spirit on Thy bosom

    Finds its everlasting rest;

    And when time's last sands are sinking,

    Shield my heart from all alarms,

    Softly whispering, "Underneath thee,

    Are the everlasting arms."