My life I’ve spent in hiding My time has passed me by, My secrets on me riding As years from me they fly. But naught of my dark secrets I’ve hid from human eyes Can live before your deepness, For in your light they die. Yet in my darkened places I seek their friendship oft’, And wonder if your grace is Enough my soul to loft, To lift me from the dark pit Of muck and death and sin, Leading me so far from it, This hellish life I’m in. To search out your grand measure Through all my years and days And find no greater pleasure Than seeking all your ways. Then be taken one day home, The castle of the King, Where your glories will be shown And sinner cleansed will sing.