The Lord Jesus of My Soul

Life lies be­fore me

Naught in it can I con­trol

So I give it in His keep­ing

The Lord Je­sus of my soul;

So I give it in His keep­ing

The Lord Je­sus of my soul.

I’ll trust what­e’er be­fall

I’ll trust Him thro’ it all.

Sorrow lies be­fore me;

Friends are pre­cious to con­sole

But He sur­pass­es all in com­fort

The Lord Je­sus of my soul;

But He sur­pass­es all in com­fort

The Lord Je­sus of my soul.

Darkness lies be­fore me;

I can­not see the goal

I can on­ly hold fast trust­ing—

The Lord Je­sus of my soul;

I can on­ly hold fast trust­ing—

The Lord Je­sus of my soul.

Victory lies be­fore me!

Satan shall not have con­trol

For He’s strong­er than the tempt­er

The Lord Je­sus of my soul;

For He’s stron­ger than the temp­ter

The Lord Je­sus of my soul.

Joy lies be­fore me!

For His grace doth keep me whole;

And my heart shall e’er keep prais­ing

The Lord Je­sus of my soul;

And my heart shall e’er keep prais­ing

The Lord Je­sus of my soul.

I’ll trust what­e’er be­fall

I’ll praise Him thro’ it all.