When I walk through death's dark valley And darkness gathers all around, My knees are torn and wounded badly, My heart with greater anguish bound…
And ahead the path grows dimmer… Come to me! Bend down to see! This gloomy vale—I cannot shimmer, Strengthen Thou my soul in me!..
Only in Thee is peace in turmoil! Thou seest all my suffering deep. And these brief moments—precious, royal— When at Thy pierced feet I weep.
And, broken-hearted, bathe in tears… And feel my heartbeat in Thy breast. And, drying with my locks Thy tears, Whisper in sobs my soul's request: "Forgive…"
And, having won my spirit's liberation, Rise up again o'er sinful earth's expanse! I know the price of Thy redemption! Thou art most dear—my Jesus, Lord, my stance!
