Do I think that you will raise Souls from death at end of days From the grave to give you praise? Do I think that now and here My small life is to you dear With my days so filled with fear? Do I think that troubles all From your throne upon me fall So that to you I will call? Do I like to be alone In dark solitude to groan Even though I’m called your own? I have longed to have a friend Staying with me till the end, From the pit when I ascend. Then the pain that’s in my past— Pain I thought would always last— From me ever will be cast. And the days with troubles rife, Insecurities, and strife Will be gone from that new life. So until when I’ll be free In this darkness that I see, Won’t you come and sit with me?