When the days are dark and dreary,
And the flesh is sick and weary,
It takes all we have to withstand,
The evils dealt at Satan's hand.
But, in the darkness there is light,
Glowing through our Saviour's might.
Upon drops of blood on Emanuel's land,
Beneath the Victor's crown we stand.
And through all the days I walk to end,
It is this crown I seek to win.