While fighting for my Savior here
The devil tries me hard;
He uses all his mighty pow’r
My progress to retard;
He’s up to ev’ry move
And yet thro’ all I prove
A little talk with Jesus
Makes it right
all right.
all right
In trials of ev’ry kind
Praise God I always find
Tho’ dark the night and clouds look black
And stormy overhead
And trials of almost ev’ry kind
Across my path are spread;
How soon I conquer all
As to the Lord I call
When those who once were dearest friends
Begin to persecute
And more who once professed to love
Have silent grown and mute;
I tell Him all my grief
He quickly sends relief
And thus
by frequent little talks
I gain the victory;
And march along with cheerful song
Enjoying liberty;
With Jesus as my Friend
I’ll prove until the end
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