Oh, Emmanuel

Oh, Emmanuel,
Help me well.

When I walk threw the valley of death,
Give me your magic hand of strength.
In Lord and God I do believe,
When things get difficult, I please:
Shine to me with the rays of hope,
When the sky is dark in globe.
Love, the golden currency of Christ,
This sword of truth makes things right.
Thing that shows what is true and is not,
In the dark labyrinth of this strange world.
If we are all with you,
Who are against the truth?

Oh, Emmanuel,
Help me well.