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In the hour of sore
temptation I may be,
Yet, amid the trials,
Jesus’ face I see;
In His word my anchor
holdeth to the last,
While the fiery darts
are flying thick and fast.
We shall not be wounded
in the hottest fight
If we raise the shield of faith
in Jesus’ might;
Through the grace of God
we’ll conquer to the last,
While the fiery darts
are flying thick and fast.
In the greatest suff’ring
man may undergo,
He shall have the vict’ry
if he’ll count it so;
Conqu’ring in the conflict,
soon ’twill all be past,
Though the fiery darts
are flying think and fast.
We shall not be wounded
in the hottest fight
If we raise the shield of faith
in Jesus’ might;
Through the grace of God
we’ll conquer to the last,
While the fiery darts
are flying thick and fast.
Should I walk in trouble,
pressed on every side,
He who knows my weakness
will with me abide;
I will ever trust Him
in the hottest blast,
While the fiery darts
are flying thick and fast.
We shall not be wounded
in the hottest fight
If we raise the shield of faith
in Jesus’ might;
Through the grace of God
we’ll conquer to the last,
While the fiery darts
are flying thick and fast.
In the heated furnace,
Father, let me stay,
Precious gold refining,
purge the dross away,
Till Thy glorious image
is reflected there,
Till the costly jewels
of Thy grace I wear.
We shall not be wounded
in the hottest fight
If we raise the shield of faith
in Jesus’ might;
Through the grace of God
we’ll conquer to the last,
While the fiery darts
are flying thick and fast.
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