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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 pow’rs of hell must go.
Press on, my soul, to glory,
My journey won’t be long;
Through trials and tribulations
Is the way He calls us home.
Press on, my soul, to glory,
My courage is renewed;
The devil stands defeated,
And I’m feasting on heav’nly food.
Press on, my soul, to glory,
My journey won’t be long;
Through trials and tribulations
Is the way He calls us home.
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