Ghost In The Sky

Abide with me from the morning till the evening Abide with me when the night is nigh Be my last sight and sweet to rest Forever on your warm decaying breast See you blind Behold your savior's come, Dance for death You lame in the morning fires And be a ghost in the sky When grace has purified my blindness It could be fresh and new and glorious Will my bleeding ears be rung with joy Or are they just plain spent and well destroyed See you blind Behold your savior's come, Dance for death You lame in the morning fires And be a ghost in the sky