TRIALS here sometimes so many,
And often times my feet grow weary, till it seems
I almost stumble then and fall;
But the unseen hand that leads me, is the hand
That keeps me steady,
Give me faith that I can make it after all.
After all this life is over
And my (our) burdens have been lifted
And I (we) stand upon the mountain top so tall,
Looking over in the city
That the Saviour is preparing
Give me (us) grace that I (we) can make it, after all.
One time God spoke to the Prophet, by word
of true Prophecy,
“You have chosen this narrow way, which is my way,
A huge portion of heaven awaits you and all
That follow your message”
Lord give me grace that I can follow Malachi 4.
By myself I cannot make it,
But I know He’ll be there to help me, He will hear
My cry if only I will call,
Just keep trusting and believing,
All the words that He will whisper,
Just a few more days to labour after all.
Don’t you feel when you are tempted, that the
Lord is far from helping,
He will always come beside you to be near,
And will lead you safely onward, do not doubt
His saving favour,
And His grace to guide your footsteps, after all.