We've walked in darkness,
The light could not pierce it.
The signs of hopelessness
multiplied without end.
We lay broken.
A certain Samaritan
Had compassion on us.
Bound up our wounds.
Take care of them:
When I come again,
I will repay you.
I will come to you yet again
I will not leave you comfortless.
I will come to you yet again.
Praise the mount
We're fixed upon it
Mount of thy redeeming love.
-Kathleen Cook