Through storms I walked, yet did not fall,
For mercy’s hand upheld it all.
The world may fade, its pride may cease,
But in His truth, I find my peace.
Trials become the seeds of song,
Weakness made in Him so strong.
Battle rages, yet faith will stand,
Victory rests in the Lord’s hand.
For mercy’s hand upheld it all.
The world may fade, its pride may cease,
But in His truth, I find my peace.
Trials become the seeds of song,
Weakness made in Him so strong.
Battle rages, yet faith will stand,
Victory rests in the Lord’s hand.
