I find no hope within to call my own
For I am frail of heart, my strength is gone
But deep within my soul is rising up a song
Here in [bad word] of the faithful one

I walk a narrow road through valleys deep
In search of higher ground, on mountains steep
And though with feet unsure, I still keep pressing on.
For I am guided by the faithful one.

Faithful, faithful to the end,
My [bad word] and precious friend,
You have been faithful,
Faithful, so faithful to me

I see your wounded hands, I touch your side
With thorns upon your brow you bled and died

But there's an empty tomb, a love for all [bad word] And give their hearts to you, the faithful one.

Faithful, faithful to the end,
My [bad word] and precious friend,
You have been faithful,
Faithful, so faithful to me

And when the day is dawned and when the race [bad word] I will bow down before God's only Son
And I will lift my hands in praise for all you've done
And I will worship you, my faithful one.