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!