Here I am, o wretched man
Sins broad and virtue fleeting
I kneel down and I cry for help
But do my prayers have meaning?
I stumble and fall again and again
Sometimes I seem past feeling
Oh, how can one so base as I
So hopeless and demeaning
Find grace in the eyes of one
Who asks that I'm believing?

My child, I know you through and through
Your pain shall all be fleeting
I've heard your cry in darkest night
And I shall show you meaning
And, though you fall, I'll lift you up
My love you will be feeling
Please, do not give up now
I've never been demeaning
And you will find 'ere you come home
You've always been believing.