This is the days of heart-felt sorrow,

A time to mourn and feel great pain.

When satan attacks with all his fury,

It seems our hopes and faith is vain.

Do not fear, nor fret, nor slumber,

Our victory now is drawing near.

Remember this, His word is sovereign,

We'll get the prize, He will appear.

Do you feel your strength is waning?

Do not think you cannot stand?

He knows our strength is insufficient,

And angels move at His command.

Our faith will gain for us the victory,

Upon His word we must depend.

He is Commander of this army,

And His honor He will defend.