When sorrow and storms are besetting my track
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When sorrow and storms are besetting my track, And Satan is whisp'ring, "You'd better turn back," How oft I have proved it, tho' dark be the way, A little believing drives clouds all away. |
| Lord, I believe, Lord, I believe! Savior, raise my faith in Thee, Till it can move a mountain; Lord, I believe, Lord, I believe! All my doubts are buried in the fountain. |
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How easy when sailing the sea in a calm, To trust in the strength of Jehovah's great arm; But somehow I find when the waves swamp the boat, It takes some believing to keep things afloat. |
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"I'll stand to the end," I have heard people say, "I'll fight till I die, and will ne'er run away;" But when by temptation so fiercely assailed, They left off believing, and terribly failed. |
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And others there are full of courage and zeal, Who go to the battle like warriors of steel; But right in the heat of the conflict with sin, Instead of believing they faint and give in. |
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Then let us remember in running this race, That faith is not feeling, and trust is not trace; And when all around us seems dark as the night, We'll keep on believing, and win in the fight. |
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North York, Ontario, Canada
Lord, I believe, Yes! Lord, I believe!
Savior, raise my faith in Thee,
Till it can move a mountain;
All my doubts are buried in the fountain.
We’ll keep on believing, and win the fight.