I
IF I HAVE MISTREATED SOMEONE ON THE WAY,
AND CAUSED HIS LIGHT TO GROW DIM.
I'D LIKE TO GET DOWN ON MY KNEES AND PRAY,
AND TALK IT OVER WITH HIM.
II
WHEN LIFE SHALL HAVE PASSED AND WE'RE ANCHORED AT LAST,
AT HOME ON THAT BEAUTIFUL SHORE.
WE'LL GATHER AROUND AT THE FOOT OF THE CROSS,
AND TALK IT OVER ONCE MORE.
CHORUS
FOR EVERY WRONG THAT I HAVE DONE,
THAT WOULD MY SOUL CONDEMN.
I'D LIKE TO SIT DOWN AT THE FEET OF MY LORD,
AND TALK IT OVER WITH HIM.