Blessed is the Man That Endureth ~Thou Faithful Into Death
Safe in the Arms of Jesus
Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on His gentle breast,
There by His love o’ershaded,
Sweetly my soul shall rest.
Hark! ’tis the voice of angels,
Borne in a song to me.
Over the fields of glory,
Over the jasper sea.
Refrain
Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on His gentle breast
There by His love o’ershaded,
Sweetly my soul shall rest.
Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe from corroding care,
Safe from the world’s temptations,
Sin cannot harm me there.
Free from the blight of sorrow,
Free from my doubts and fears;
Only a few more trials,
Only a few more tears!
Refrain
Jesus, my heart’s dear refuge,
Jesus has died for me;
Firm on the Rock of Ages,
Ever my trust shall be.
Here let me wait with patience,
Wait till the night is over;
Wait till I see the morning
Break on the golden shore.
Refrain
Words: Fanny Crosby, (1820-1915)
ht: Cyberhymnal
Cyberhymnal attached this sweet story along with this hymn by Fanny Crosby;
At the close of one of Mr. Sankey’s meetings in Glasgow, Scotland, a woman said to him: Mr. Sankey, I want to tell you about my daughter, Maggie. She was converted when you were here eight years ago, but has gone home to heaven, and I want to tell you what she said when she was dying.
She asked me to get her little hymn-book, and when I brought it she asked me to turn to No. 25, saying: I want to sing it. Why, my child, said I, you are not able to sing. Yes, she said, I want to sing one more song before I go; will you please turn to the twenty-fifth hymn, Safe in the Arms of Jesus. I found it for her and she began to sing these lines:
Hark, ’tis the voice of angels
Borne in a song to me,
Over the fields of glory,
Over the jasper sea.
Her voice then seemed to fail her, and she said, Mother, lift me up.
I put my arm under her and lifted my poor girl up, then she raised her eyes to heaven and whispered, Jesus, I am coming; Jesus I am coming.
The doctor who was standing by her side, said, How can you sing when you are so weak?
She replied: Jesus helps me to sing. Jesus helps me to sing.
With these words upon her lips she died in my arms.
The little hymn book was laid upon the girl’s breast and buried with her.
Another interesting note,
This song was played on August 8, 1885, when American president Ulysses S. Grant was interred in Riverside Park, on the banks of the Hudson River.
…stay safe!
Thank you Ellen for this blog post. Blessings to you and your family.
This reminds me of when babuska Vera told me how her daughter died. She asked babuska momma can you hear them? Babuska asked who? And she said the angels they are singing and shortly after that she died.
Your post makes me think of the people and the many Christians in Ukraine and how urgently they need safety and shelter.
A beautiful hymn and lovely story. Death isn’t the end but a beginning.
I always hear music in my head with your Sunday hymns which often inspire memories.
Wow – that brings tears to one’s eyes! Very touching.
Beautiful post dear Ellen! Thank you for sharing. Have a lovely week ahead.
Such strength and faith in that little girl! I love hearing such stories!