909    S.M.     J. Kent
“Underneath are the everlasting arms.” Deut. 33. 27

1 Why, drooping saint, dismayed?
  Does sorrow press thee down?
  Has God refused to give thee aid,
  Or does he seem to frown?

2 In darkness or distress,
  His love’s the same to thee;
  Without declension, more or less,
  Immutable and free.

3 Should guilt disturb thy peace,
  Or Satan harass thee,
  Behold the Saviour’s righteousness,
  That sets the guilty free.

4 Though he afflicts thy mind,
  ’Tis not that he’ll destroy;
  Eternal Wisdom ne’er designed
  To give thee always joy.

5 Beneath thy fainting head
  Thy Father and thy Friend
  His everlasting arms has laid,
  To succour and defend.