In every victory let it be said of me;
My source of strength,
My source of hope,
is Christ alone!
For every hill I've had to climb,
For every stone that bruised my feet,
For all the blood and sweat and grime,
For blinding storms and burning heat,
My heart sings but a grateful song-
These were the things that made me strong.
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