When I was in trouble, my way was dark as night,
But Jesus gave me comfort, and brought me to the light;
He took away my sorrow, and made my burden light,
He is everything to me.

If it wasn’t for the Lord, tell me what would I do?
Oh, tell me, what would I do? Oh, tell me, what would I do?
If it wasn’t for the Lord, tell me, what would I do?
He is everything to me.

He is bread in dry places, He’s water in a thirsty land;
He is my rock and shelter, He holds me by the hand;
And when my friends forsake me, close by my side He’ll stand,
He is everything to me.

So when my life is ended, and I must surely die,
Then He will be my gateway up to that home on high;
And in that golden city, there’ll be no more goodbyes,
He is everything to me.