Rejoice, be­liev­er, in the Lord
Who makes your cause His own;
The hope that’s built up­on His Word,
Can ne’er be ov­er­thrown.

Though ma­ny foes be­set your road,
And fee­ble is your arm;
Your life is hid with Christ in God
Beyond the reach of harm.

Weak as you are, you shall not faint,
Or faint­ing shall not die;
Jesus, the strength of ev­ery saint,
Will aid you from on high.

Though some­times un­per­ceived by sense,
Faith sees Him al­ways near;
A guide, a glo­ry, a de­fense,
Then what have you to fear?

As sure­ly as He ov­er­came,
And tri­umphed once for you;
So sure­ly you, that love His name,
Shall tri­umph in Him too.