Lord, You know that Iíve been foolish, Iíve been blind;
Iíve let my doubts and my confusions cloud my mind.
I have walked in my own wisdom; Iíve been wrong
Take my hand and lead me back where I belong
Restore my soul in the valley, that I might be worthy
at last to stand with Thee on the top of the mountain;
In the valley, restore my soul.
Stripped of all that once I clung to, Lord, I come
Thoí in your eyes I know Iím nothing, yet I come
With your hand that once was nail-scarred just for me,
Touch me now and make me all that I should be