When charity fails, and mind-numbing drugs fall short,
When our closest friends refuse to speak from their hearts,
When light keepers pray for a push, but fail to plunge,
When we’ve really failed our worst faults to expunge,
When singing dirges means we’re just keeping time,
there’s an amazing grace sinners should keep in mind:
Long ago, there’s a tree that my Lord Jesus climbed,
His sacrifice was complete for each one of us,
so when hope is dimmest, His mercy more than kind,
so come to Jesus, finding true hope in your trust.