While fighting for my Savior here

While fighting for my Savior here,
  The devil tries me hard;
He uses all his mighty pow’r,
  My progress to retard;
He’s up to ev’ry move,
And yet thro’ all I prove
A little talk with Jesus
  Makes it right, all right.

Tho’ dark the night and clouds look black
  And stormy overhead,
And trials of almost ev’ry kind
  Across my path are spread;
How soon I conquer all,
As to the Lord I call,
A little talk with Jesus
  Makes it right, all right.

When those who once were dearest friends
  Begin to persecute,
And more who once professed to love,
  Have silent grown and mute;
I tell Him all my grief,
He quickly sends relief,
A little talk with Jesus
  Makes it right, all right.

And thus, by frequent little talks,
  I gain the victory;
And march along with cheerful song,
  Enjoying liberty;
With Jesus as my Friend,
I’ll prove until the end,
A little talk with Jesus
  Makes it right, all right.