Leaning up­on my Fa­ther’s arm
I am se­cure from ill and harm;
Here I abide in per­fect peace,
And know life’s pur­est hap­pi­ness.

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And so I lean and find in Him re­pose;
To those near Him He won­drous grace be­stows.

Here sweet­est, pur­est joys abound,
Here per­fect peace and rest are found;
Here filled with Je­sus’ pre­cious love
I taste the bliss of Heav’n above.

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Leaning up­on my Fa­ther’s arm,
No cru­el foe can me alarm;
He whis­pers gent­ly, Thou art Mine,
And folds me in His love di­vine.

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O this is per­fect bless­èd­ness!
O this is grace and won­drous peace,
To lean up­on the Fa­ther’s arm,
And feel se­cure from ill and harm.

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