1 ‘Tis sweet to lie in the loving arms,
From sorrow and care set free,
To lean my head on the Saviour’s breast,
And know that He cares for me.
I know not what the future shall be,
But my soul shall dread no alarms;
I know not what is in store for me,
But underneath are the everlasting arms.
2 Those arms of might will not let me fall,
No fear shall my heat annoy;
While o’er my head are the wings of love,
Well-filled is my cup with joy. [Refrain]
3 His smile can lighten the darkest hour,
Bright day shall succeed the night;
As flow’rs unfold in the dewy morn,
My soul doth rejoice in light. [Refrain]Source: Fair as the Morning. Hymns and Tunes for Praise in the Sunday-School #101