I will not be wea­ry,
Tho’ tri­als may come,
And trou­bles be­fore me I see,
But count them as no­thing
Compared with the love,
Of Je­sus, my Sav­ior, to me.

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I’ll sing of His love,
Of His won­der­ful love,
Tho’ bil­lows like mount­ains may roll;
I fear not the tem­pest,
I dread not the storm,
For O, there is joy in my soul.

I can­not be wea­ry
When He is my rest;
Whate’er my temp­ta­tions may be,
I’ll trust in His pro­mise
Because He has said:
My grace is suf­fi­cient for thee.

Refrain

There’s joy that no lang­uage
Or thought can ex­press,
It comes from His pre­sence di­vine;
And when in His like­ness
At last I awake,
Its full­ness I know will be mine.

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