| Song | Trials Here Are Sometimes Many |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | Trials Here Are Sometimes Many |
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Trials Here Are Sometimes Many,
And Oftentimes My Feet Grow Weary,
Til It Seems I Almost Stumble, Then And Fall.
But The Tender Hand That Leads Me,
Is The Hand That Keeps Me Steady,
And I Know That I Can Make It, After All.
After All This Life Is Over,
And My Burdens Have Been Lifted.
And I Stand Upon The Mountain Top So Tall.
Looking Over In That City,
That The Saviour Is Preparing,
Gives Me Faith That I Can Make It, After All.
By Myself I Cannot Make It,
But I Know He’s There To Help Me.
He Will Hear My Cry If Only, I Will Call.
Keep On Trusting And Believing,
Are The Words I Hear Him Whisper.
Just A Few More Days To Labor, After All.
