At the call
Sent from the voice beneath the
Palm I was shaken
Deep by the iron of the
Foe
I could not
Move till the prophet walked be
Side me for my courage
Failed under all the weight of fear
Lead me through
This though my heart is weak before the battle
Lead me still
On when my faith begins to fade
You are
Near when my trembling soul re
Sists You yet You make
Room for the step I choose to
Take
Though the word
Warned that the honor would not
Find all the hands that
Fought I still followed where You
Called
Then the storm
Broke and the chariots were
Broken by the mighty
Hand that no man could claim as his
Lead me through
This though my heart is weak before the battle
Lead me still
On when my faith begins to fade
You are
Near when my trembling soul re
Sists You yet You make
Room for the step I choose to
Take
Write my name
Down not for strength but for the grace that kept me
Through it hold me
Fast when my trust is frail and small
You can
Lift what is faint and bruised be
Fore You and turn my
Fear to a song of living
Faith
