When sorrow and storms are besetting my track

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.

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.

“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.

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.

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.