Out of the light that dazzles me
Bright as the sun from pole to pole
I thank the God I know to be
For Christ the conqueror of my soul.
 
Since he is the sway of circumstance
I would not wince nor cry aloud.
Under that rule which men call chance?
 My head with joy is humbly bowed.
 
Beyond this place of sin and tears
That life with him! And He is the aid,
Despite the menace of the years,
Keeps, and shall keep me, unafraid.
 
I have no fear, through straight the gate,
He cleared from punishment the scroll.
Christ is the Master of my fate
Christ is the captain of my soul   
 
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