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In His Arms
I'm carried like a little lamb,
Within my Saviour's arms;
Who comforts and sustains me,
And shields me from alarms!
I find that, in His loving arms,
I can completely rest.
Who carries me, as a child of two,
Against His tender breast!
Dear Jesus, would that all could know,
The sweetness of thy love;
Whose arms wilt one day carry me,
To rapturous Realms above!
Sancie Earman King
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