1. O Lord, if darkness falls, pouncing,
The ghosts of waywardness conspire against me,

2. Overpowering me, subduing me, extinguishing my fervor,
And pouring blame and rebuke into my ears,

3. Yet my soul continues to incite me
To embrace indecency and do me wrong.

4. If You do not protect it from its wicked snares,
It will keep feeding me sorrow and poisoning me.