Out of the night that covered me,

out of the pit that claimed my soul;

I thank God, who will always be,

He came to save and make me whole.

 

Beneath fell weight of God’s just wrath,

my heart in fearful torment fled.

His love pursued me, took my path;

I am made clean because He bled!

 

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

loomed death and horror of the shade.

Thank God He carried all my fears;

and death will find me unafraid.

 

It matters not how strait His gate,

how charged with punishments His scroll.

His grace has saved me from my fate;

He is the Saviour of my soul.