Before ev'ry vict'ry, There's a battle to fight
Before ev'rey sunrise, one must live thru the night;
Before the grave bursts open, on a ressurection morn,
There's a hill to be climbed and a cross to be borne.
Jesus! Jesus! You know what's best for me
Lead on, Jesus! I'll go wherever You lead.
Into the ground a grain of wheat is fallen and is dead,
But on some tomorrow the hungry will have bread;
My sails were torn, my little boat tossed helplessly at sea,
But how else could I have learned that He'd rescued one like me.
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