Thine is the battle, Thine shall be the praise
When passing through the gates of pearly splendor
Victors, we rest with Thee through endless days."
Reading through
Lord, am I having such privilege as well
To serve Thee with my unworthy life?
I pray Lord that
Tiny and weak as I could be
Thy grace strengthen me
That Thine will on me shall be
Weary I may be
Confuse sometime I would be
Thy rod and staff
There too shall be
I'm here Lord
Prepare me
Sanctify me
Use me
Send me
Single
Or married
I'll go where Thine will send
For where Thee me send
Thou will go with me
Thy will be done