Art thou sunk in depths of sorrow where no arm can reach so low?
There is One whose arms almighty reach beyond thy deepest woe.
God th’Eternal is thy refuge, let it still thy wild alarms;
Underneath thy deepest sorrow are the everlasting arms.
Underneath us—Oh, how easy! We have not to mount on high,
But to sink into His fullness and in trustful weakness lie.
And we find our humbling failures save us
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