Poems (Coolidge)/The Everlasting Arms
THE EVERLASTING ARMS
Underneath my weakness, underneath my care, Underneath the longing of each wordless prayer; Holding and upholding, with a love untold, Thus those Arms Eternal all my life enfold.
Underneath the sorrow that for sin I feel, Underneath the anguish they, as balm, can heal. Holding and upholding, when I'm sore oppressed, In those Arms Eternal may I peaceful rest.
Underneath the doubtings that my faith assail, Underneath the trembling, if, at death, I quail, Holding and upholding, they my soul shall keep, In those Arms Eternal may I "fall asleep."