I Will Praise Him, Still

When the morning falls on the farthest hill 
I will sing His name, I will praise Him still 

When dark trials come and my heart is filled 
With the weight of doubt, I will praise Him still 

For the Lord, our God, He is strong to save 
From the arms of death, from the deepest grave 

And He gave us life in His perfect will 
And by His good grace I will praise Him still