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<h2>SAFE IN THE ARMS OF JESUS</h2>
<p align="center"><h3>&#8220;He took the children in His arms, put His hands on them, and blessed them.&#8221; Mark 10:16</h3></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_c_r_crosby_fj_1872.jpg" alt="Fanny Crosby, 1872" width="131.333333333333" height="216.666666666667"></td>
<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_c_r_crosby_fj.html" target="_blank">Frances Jane (Fanny) Crosby</a>, 1868.
<p><em>Music:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_d_o_doane_wh.html" target="_blank">William Howard Doane</a>, 1868 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_a_safearms.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
<td align="center" width="200"><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_d_o_doane_wh.jpg" alt="William Howard Doane (1832-1915)" width="133.333333333333" height="188"><br>
<span class="cou">Courtesy of Denison University</span></td>
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<p>On April 30, 1868, Dr. W. H. Doane came into my house and said, &#8220;I have exactly forty minutes before my train leaves for Cincinnati. Here is a melody. Can you write words for it?&#8221; I replied that I would see what I could do. Then followed a space of twenty minutes during which I was wholly unconscious of all else except the work I was doing. At the end of that time I recited the words to &#8220;Safe in the Arms of Jesus.&#8221; Mr. Doane copied
them, and had time to catch his train.</p>
<p>Fanny Crosby, <em>Memories of Eighty Years</em>, 1906</p>
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<p>Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe on His gentle breast,<br>
There by His love o&#8217;ershaded, sweetly my soul shall rest.<br>
Hark! &#8217;tis the voice of angels, borne in a song to me.<br>
Over the fields of glory, over the jasper sea.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe on His gentle breast<br>
There by His love o&#8217;ershaded, sweetly my soul shall rest.</p>
<p>Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe from corroding care,<br>
Safe from the world&#8217;s temptations, sin cannot harm me there.<br>
Free from the blight of sorrow, free from my doubts and fears;<br>
Only a few more trials, only a few more tears!</p>
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<p>Jesus, my heart&#8217;s dear Refuge, Jesus has died for me;<br>
Firm on the Rock of Ages, ever my trust shall be.<br>
Here let me wait with patience, wait till the night is over;<br>
Wait till I see the morning break on the golden shore.</p>
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