The Battle


No one in the world but Thee,
Can save a wretched soul like me.
Through sins battles, earthly woes
His precious ointment overflows.
It heals my sickness and my pain
And most of all it covers my shame.
He draws me near both day and night,
So I will have the strength to fight.
To fight the one who’s after me
For all the world, his death to see.
And when the battle has been won
The Lord shall draw me to His Son.