| When I was a child, I did childish things
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| My life was church and all it brings
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| I’d always hear the old folks sing
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| «He's never failed me yet!»
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| I heard this phrase and I trusted so
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| That one day, I would come to know
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| The truth in which these words do hold
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| He’s never failed me yet
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| With years of life came test and trials
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| And nights when tears replaced the smile
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| Though God was right there all the while
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| My soul was not at rest
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| But I lived to tell that I made it through
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| So instead of singing 'bout the blues
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| I bring you news to encourage you
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| He’s never failed me yet
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| When clouds and the valleys come
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| Set your eyes on the Risen Son
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| Pray the eyes of your heart be filled with light
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| And watch the blessed day break the night
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| Like the three Hebrew boys that day
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| Oh forced to take their fate to flames
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| I, too, have had the choice to break
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| And serve the world instead
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| But I stood on the Word and did not bow
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| Endured the steps the Lord allowed
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| I came out stronger shouting «Wow
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| God’s never failed me yet!»
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| God is not like men who lie
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| Nor like the son of men who die
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| His truth will always be alive
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| It never will be dead
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| So try Him for yourself and see
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| Those who believe, they shall receive
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| I pray the day you too can say
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| «He's never failed me yet»
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| Can you help me?
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| He’s never failed me yet
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| He’s never failed me yet
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| He’s never failed me yet
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| I’m grateful for those simple words
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| That I so often overheard
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| Though many memories drift like birds
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| Some still I can’t forget
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| They come back ringing right on time
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| Like bells so heavenly, they chime
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| That old-time phrase now mine-oh-mine
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| «He's never failed me yet»
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| He’s never failed me yet
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| He’s never failed me yet |