And storm clouds screen the sunny sky;
I'll trust the Lover of my soul,
For I am safe when He is nigh.
He'll carry me up, up, away —
Above the clouds the sun doth shine;
In His dear arms of love I'll lay,
For I am His and He is mine.
Through desert wastes or by the sea —
Whatever He may have in store,
I'll drink the cup He giveth me.
I'll lowly let Him have His way
To purge all dross and gold refine;
In His dear arms of love I'll lay,
For I am His and He is mine.
My love for Him who loveth me;
Let nothing blight the bliss but fuel
The flame to burn away debris.
Let nothing turn my feet astray,
Nor strain the ties that intertwine;
In His dear arms of love I'll lay,
For I am His and He is mine.