Faithful One

 

I find no hope within to call my own,

For I am frail of heart, my strength is gone,

But deep within my soul is rising up a song,

Here in the comfort of the Faithful One.

 

I walk a narrow road through valleys deep,

In search of higher ground, on mountains steep,

And, though, with feet unsure, I still keep pressing on,

For I am guided by the Faithful One.

 

Faithful, faithful to the end,

My true and precious Friend,

You have been faithful,

Faithful, so faithful to me.

 

I see Your wounded hands, I touch Your side,

With thorns upon Your brow, You bled and died.

But there's an empty tomb, a love for all who come

And give their hearts to You, the Faithful One.

 

Faithful, faithful to the end,

My true and precious Friend,

You have been faithful,

Faithful, so faithful to me.

 

 

And when the day is dawned and when the race is run,

I will bow down before God's only Son,

And I will lift my hands in praise for all You've done,

And I will worship You, my Faithful One.

 

 ~ Faithful One by Selah