Author:		Hattie M. Conrey
Musician:		Robert Lowry, 1826-1899

What tho' 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 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 heav'nly chorus,
And the angel hosts I see,
Precious Jesus, Jesus only,
Will my theme of rapture be.