I WILL MAKE IT AFTER ALL

Trials here are sometimes many, 
And often times my feet grow weary
Till it seems I almost stumble and fall
But the tender hand that leads me,
Is the one that keeps me steady
And I know that I will make it,
after all.

CHORUS
After all this life is over
And my burdens have been lifted
And I stand upon the mountain
top so tall
Looking over In that city
That the Saviour is preparing
Gives me faith that I will make it,
after all.

By myself I cannot make it,
But I know He’s there to help me
He will hear my prayer if on Him
I will call
Keep on trusting and believing,
Are the words I hear Him whisper
Just a few more days to labour,
after all.