What Tho Clouds Are Hovring Oer Me

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.