When I’m Passing Through The Furnace,
He Won’t Forsake Me There;
He Has Promised To Protect Me,
And My Burdens He Will Share.

Press On, My Soul, To Glory,
My Journey Won’t Be Long;
Through Trials And Tribulations
Is The Way He Calls Us Home.

Then Why Should I Be Fearful
While The Raging Storms Winds Blow;
If I Trust In God Almighty,
Then The Powers Of Hell Must Go.

Press On, My Soul, To Glory,
My Courage Is Renewed;
The Devil Stands Defeated,
And I’m Feasting On Heavenly Food.

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