If darkness should surround me
If sadness should ensue
Though shards may claw my weathered feet
Still I will hope in you.

From nothing I’m created
Through nothing I have done
From darkness light emerges
From death your Son has shone

Turn your steps toward me.
Heal these shattered bones.
Lift me from these ruins
Take me to your home.

Where rivers gently nurture
And streets are lined with gold
Where your son reigns forever
And glory is my hold.

Lift me from these ruins
Take me to your home
Where mockery is silenced
And your praise is all that’s known.