Oh, the love of My Redeemer flows like a river,
Reaching the very depths of my soul-
The need to be faithful
Saying, "Go forth, My children, go forth!"
The storm clouds gather so dark and bleak-
Satan, the foe, battles severely, his army pursuing
Striving to buffet, tempt, and lead Yah's own to despair;
But oh, the Great Comforter, the healer of the soul
Rises up to conquer, to strengthen, and renew!
Oh, for the mighty standard Yahshua does lift up,
Reminding again, 'All your needs Ill provide!
Only be faithful, steadfast and true,
This battle soon will come to an end!