If I should find myself in blackest night, 如果我发现自己活在黑暗的夜晚，

and fear is stabbin' me all over, 怕是stabbin “我一切都过去了，

a tiny prayer cracks the dark with light, 一个微小裂缝的祷告暗光，

and I here sounds behind my wall. 我在这里的声音背后墙上。

Inside, a still, small voice, it calls and calls. 在内部，静止，声音小，它调用和调用。

Then like a thunder bolt, 然后，像打雷螺栓，

it falls and falls... 它属于暴跌...

My God! 我的上帝！

When life becomes more real than children's games, 当生活变得比孩子的游戏更真实，

or we've become too old to play them, 或者我们已经变得太老了，打他们，

We'll grow old gracefully, 我们会白头到老摆好，

we'll hide our shame. 我们隐藏我们的耻辱。

but there's that voice behind the wall. 但有墙背后的声音。

And like my conscience, 而像我的良心，

it is still and small. 它仍然是又小。

Each word is mercy, 每个字都是慈悲，

protects us all... 保护我们所有的...

My God! 我的上帝！

"And like my conscience, it is still and small. “像我的良心，它仍然是小。

Each word is mercy, protects us all..." 每个字都是慈悲，保护我们所有的... “

I was a boy, 我是一个男孩，

when tempted, 诱惑的时候，

fell sometimes, 有时下跌，

and fell so low, 而下跌如此之低，

no one could see me, 没有人能看到我，

save for the eyes of Him that sees my crime. 除对他的眼睛看到我的罪。

When sheep, 当羊，

like me, have drifted lost, 像我一样，已经失去了漂流，

all frightened children who are tempest tossed, down flies His wrath like an albatross... 所有吓坏孩子谁是暴风雨扔，倒过得他的愤怒像信天翁...

My God! 我的上帝！