Sempre Firme 343

My dwelling, Jesus, assures
Peace and comfort in the fierce struggle
Give me your arm, lift me up
Where I can hear your voice

Come give me peace, oh my Jesus
Give me your arm, oh Christ!
I am perishing far from the cross
And I insist on crying out!

Sad, I seek refuge by your side
Peace returns to me, rest comes to me
When on earth I find myself despised
Glory I will have in another homeland beyond

When the sadness of death surrounds me
The journey of the cruel world ends
I will surely have on that day the certainty
To rejoice under a vast canopy