When the darkness seems to cloud,
My heart seems to weight down,
In the valley of shadow of death,
I think about You.
Walking through the path of ridicule,
Cold and hot, homeless and hunger,
Mocked, spited, naked, whipped,
Suffer violent death as a martyr.
I kneed down once more,
Dying to myself again,
I will finish Your purposes,
Fix my eyes following You.
You alone deserve,
All the honor and glory!
You alone deserve,
All the praise and thanks!
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