In The Night
I prayed for death in the night
And begged the grim reaper come
To take my soul a sorry sight
Grown distant from the Son
The evil there surrounded me
And gave me little horns
For all the ones that could see
I was bad and most forlorn
I struggled against the light one day
When a ray of hope did shine
To rescue me from certain grave
In the horror of the night
An angel there appeared to me
And slowly my life improved
Until from bad I had been freed
With my sense of worth renewed
Today I do not suffer such
As was usual then
And I pray the Son will keep me straight
With His grace to no end