My hear is torn with sorrow great
Wanting it to bring me down.
Mourning all around me waits
I cannot make a sound.

Oh who will come for this poor wretch
And take me far away?
Oh who will o're the chasm stretch
To lead me on my way?

My heart despairs that none will come
To bring me to my home
But I remember: there's a God
His name: Jehovah Shalome.

I shall not be forgotten here
So deep beneath the ground
Where shadows lie and danger waits
I shall not make a sound.

I know one day, He'll come for me
And take me far away
Into Heaven's Bright Embrace
Forever there to stay.