What
tho’
clouds
are
hov’ring
o’er
me,
And
I
seem
to
walk
alone—
Longing
’mid
my
cares
and
crosses,
For
the
joys
that
now
are
flown—
If
I’ve
Jesus,
“Jesus
only,”
Then
my
sky
will
have
a
gem;
He’s
a
Sun
of
brightest
splendor,
And
the
Star
of
Bethlehem.
What
tho’
all
my
earthly
journey
Bringeth
naught
but
weary
hours,
And,
in
grasping
for
life’s
roses,
Thorns
I
find
instead
of
flow’rs—
If
I’ve
Jesus,
“Jesus
only,”
I
possess
a
cluster
rare;
He’s
the
“Lily
of
the
Valley,”
And
the
“Rose
of
Sharon”
fair.
What
tho’
all
my
heart
is
yearning
For
the
loved
of
long
ago—
Bitter
lessons,
sadly
learning
From
the
shadowy
page
of
woe—
If
I’ve
Jesus,
“Jesus
only,”
He’ll
be
with
me
to
the
end;
And,
unseen
by
mortal
vision,
Angel
bands
will
o’er
me
bend.
When
I
soar
to
realms
of
glory
And
an
entrance
I
await,
If I
whisper,
“Jesus
only!”
Wide
will
ope
the
pearly
gate;
When
I
join
the
heavenly
chorus,
And
the
angel
hosts
I
see,
Precious
Jesus,
“Jesus
only,”
Will
my
theme
of
rapture
be.
