What can I say that has not been said
The hope of both the living and the dead
When everything seems to hang by a thread
Out of the mist something is sensed, something is said

It reaches the soul and then takes hold
We find again the courage of  old
To stand once more and become very bold

It always happens when alls on the line
Something reaches us from beyond the bounds of time

When a multitude of things are all amiss
Problems galore too many to list
An assurance from the Presence and Promise assist
To return us to peace and a new sense of bliss

It comes in the chaos on life's frantic stage
Lo, I am with you until the end of the Age