Out of the night that covered me,

one with the pit of death's dark hole,

I thank The God I know to be,

that He redeemed my conquered soul.

Beneath fell weight of God’s just wrath,

my soul in fearful torment fled.

But He 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;

yet God acquitted all my fears;

and they shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait His gate,

how charged with punishments His scroll.

He is the Master of my fate;

He is the Saviour of my soul.