In the darkness, apprehension comes and ends hope;
With the starkness of my sins I falter and grope.
Then Your promise comes to open up my eyes wide,
And like Thomas, I am bid to touch Your side.
I remember God, my God, my Rock and Tower—
Dying ember, longingly to seek Your power;
But You're still God, with my tongue and voice I'll praise You;
You I will laud, for You're holy, just and true.
Why so downcast? O my soul, fear not and tremble.
God is steadfast. He will hear me from His temple.
I will praise Him, He will lift me up to His throne.
And with glad hymns, He will claim me as His own.
Here is the youtube video of a mother / daughter duo playing banduras and singing the song in Ukrainian.
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