SITTING IN THE ASHES, SORE FROM HEAD TO TOE
HIS WIFE SAID JOB WON'T YOU CURSE GOD AND DIE
YOUR WEALTH IS GONE, YOUR FLOCKS ARE DEAD
AND ALL YOUR CHILDREN SLAIN
BUT THROUGH HIS HURT HE GAVE BUT ONE REPLY

CHORUS
THOUGH GOD SLAY ME, YET I'LL TRUST HIM
I MUST THE FIGHT THE FAITHFUL FIGHT UNTIL IT'S WON
THIS LIFE WON'T MATTER OVER YONDER
THOUGH WE LOSE IT ALL, THE BEST IS YET TO COME

THIS LIFE IS FULL OF HEARTACHES, TRIALS COME FROM TIME TO TIME
SOMETIMES I MUST CONFESS, ALL HOPE IS GONE
WHEN I TURN TO GOD, IN EARNEST PRAYER AND HE MEETS MY EVERY NEED
HE TELL ME THAT THE BEST IS YET TO COME

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