When tempted sore to worry,
And care my soul would flurry,
I count, dear Lord, on thee,
I count, dear Lord, on thee.
I let the storms pass o'er me,
I know they cannot harm me,
I count, dear Lord, on thee,
I count, dear Lord, on thee.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
I count, dear Lord, on thee, on thee,
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
I count, dear Lord, on thee.
Source: The Song Book of the Salvation Army #c145