When depression,
black ghoul,
rears its head
at my soul

On the wings of
The Word
would I fly.

When the dank
tendrils creep
'round the soles
of faith's feet

'Neath the shadow've
His wings
rejoice I.

When my will
is so weak
that I fall
at His feet

In the cleft of
The Rock
let me hide.

When out breaks,
the sun
forcing the dark
to run

It is well,
I will say,
at thy side.