In This Life My Trials Are Many

In This Life My Trials Are Many
And Sometimes My Feet Grow Weary,
And It Seems That I Would Stumble And Almost Fall.
But The Gentle Hands Of Jesus,
Are The Hands That Keeps Me Steady
Giving Me Grace That I Will Make It,
After All.

Oh After All This Life Is Over
And My Labor Here Is Ended,
I Will Climb Upon The Mountain Top So Tall;
Looking Over In The City,
That My Savior Is Preparing;
Give Me Grace That I Will Make It
After All.

By Myself I Cannot Make It,
But I Know He’ll Be Here To Help Me.
If His Name In Earnest Prayer I Keep On Call.
“Keep On Trusting And Believing”
Are The Words I Hear Him Whisper
“Just A Few More Days To Labor,
After All.”