There is no
triumph in the end
For foes of God,
though great in number,
Since God will
faithfully defend
His children and
will never slumber.
The Lord upholds
us with His arm,
And we are set
before His face.
He died to
shelter us from harm
And lives to
save us by His grace.
We stumble, yet
we rise again
Because our
Savior lifts us up.
Why should we
fear or falter when
His faithful
favor fills our cup?
O Lord, how
faithful is Your favor!
Let this forever be proclaimed,
And grant us
ready, bold behavior
To preach Your
Gospel unashamed.
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