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.
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.
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.
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.