It Shall Be Well With Thee

Pray on, pray on, O trusting heart,

Let not thy courage fail;

But take thy Savior at His word,

And know thou shalt prevail.

Autumn's beauty in the Sangre De Cristo Mountains of Colorado

Tho' the cross is hard to bear,

There is balm in secret prayer;

Go and tell thy sorrows there,

And leave it all with Jesus.

What tho' thy prayers thro' many tears

May reach His throne on high;

He knows the anguish of thy heart,

And will not pass thee by.

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Perhaps in some desponding hour,

When hope has well nigh past,

The light will burst upon thy soul,

And joy be thine at last.

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Pray on, pray on, O weary not,

Whate'er thy trial be;

But lean thy faith on Him Who said,

"It shall be well with thee."

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Autumn glory at Bear Lake Rocky Mountain Nation Park Colorado

"Balm In Secret Prayer"

Words by Fanny Crosby

Music by John R. Sweney