If we are overcomers, we in him all things inherit.
Not unto us, but Lord to thee, the glory shall be given;
It is the noblest song on earth, ’twill noblest be in Heaven;
No warring passions to unstring the holy, heavenly lyre,
At the loss of all things here, would I be one in that blest choir.
Always Rejoicing.
If our heart do not condemn us, we have confidence in God,
We can bear the world’s reproaches, we can bear affliction’s rod;
If we suffer with the Saviour, we shall also with him reign,
Here we cast our burden on him, with the promise, he’ll sustain.