Little David, oh, so small, Goliath, oh, so tall, The Odds were just too high, poor little David. So he shook off all of his load For with the power of God he was clothed, He said, "The battle's not mine; I give it to You; Lord, it's Thine." "The battle's not mine," said little David, "Lord, it's Thine; I'm in Your favor. I've given it all to You, I knew not what to do. I'm so glad You let me see You're really all that I need. For the battle's not mine; I give it to You; Lord, it's Thine." Now little David, unafraid Before the giant he stood that day Seems 'twill be the end, poor little David. Just like the lion and the bear he slew Oh, Goliath shall come down too For the battle's not mine; I give it to You; Lord, it's Thine. Now little David, he stood tall, Now Goliath seemed so small, Sweet victory had reigned for little David. 'Cause he gave the battle to One With a record of getting things done, He said, "The battle's not mine; I give it to You; Lord, it's Thine."