The way is long, the night is drear,
I stumble on through doubt and fear;
My heart grows numb, all hope takes flight;
Oh, Father, let me see the light!
Was it for me that He has died?
Was it for me the Crucified
Bore the deep anguish in the night?—
Oh, Father, let me see the light!
O doubting child, look up and see,
It was for sinners, such as thee,
Christ conquered sin, and death, and night.
Look up, dear child, behold The Light!