I Will Make the Darkness Light

I will make the dark­ness light be­fore thee

What is wrong I’ll make it right be­fore thee

All thy bat­tles I will fight be­fore thee

And the high place I’ll bring down.

When thou walk­est by the way I’ll lead thee

On the fat­ness of the land I’ll feed thee

And a man­sion in the sky I’ll deed thee

And the high place I’ll bring down.

With an ev­er­last­ing love I’ll love thee

Though with tri­als deep and sore I’ll prove thee

But there’s no­thing that can hurt or move thee

And the high place I’ll bring down.

Although Sa­tan in his rage would tear thee

And with all his winn­ing arts would snare thee

Even down to thine old age I’ll bear thee

And the high place I’ll bring down.

I will make the dark­ness light be­fore thee

I will make the crook­ed straight be­fore thee

I will spread My wings pro­tect­ing o’er thee

And the high place I’ll bring down.