Show GRACE NOLL CROWELL I II it s I 1 1 The Everlasting Arms I ROUND me and about me and beneath me Of Closer than breathing closer than any friend The ever everlasting asting arms arras draw near to shield me To comfort and to keep me to the end Earthly arms grow weary w we ry In their holding Earthly arms may fail the weight they bear beat But oh oh these everlasting arms enfolding Have never one brief moment failed me there l lI I wake each morning in their blessed keeping I rise to serve or wait his blessed will Life passes whether passes whether waking whether sleeping Gods God's everlasting arms will hold me still I |