In the anxious moments of confusion,
midst the hectic panic and delusion,
as the hope sinks low behind occlusion,
lean upon His arm.
In the trial of fiery furnace,
as the lessons come with added sternness,
as the angst of life concerns us,
lean upon His arm.
In the quiet of the long night,
filled with coldness as the Klondike
and a terror comes with strong fright,
lean upon His arm.
There He holds His children closely,
though the world will vex you grossly,
though the doubt hangs round morosely—
but none can touch you there.
Lean upon His arms of healing,
know His peace and love revealing;
at His Throne of mercy kneeling,
upheld by His almighty arm.
- D. Benning
