What though clouds are hovering o'er me,

What though clouds are hovering 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 the Sun of brightest splendour, And the Star of Bethlehem. 2 What though all my earthly journey Bringeth naught but weary hours ; And, in grasping for life's roses., Thorns I find instead of flowers ! If I've Jesus, Jesus only, I possess a cluster rare ; He's the Lily of the Valley, And the Rose of Sharon fair. 3 What though 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. 4 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.