Are we alone, Lord, just you and me?
Did no one else, Lord, refuse to flee?
Do none remain, Lord, who still are true?
Though all turn back I still will walk with you.
What worth has pain, Lord, such agony?
Why send your Son, Lord, upon the Tree?
Are few the faith, Lord, who will receive?
Though much I do not know, I still believe.
Why give the saints, Lord, the gospel Word?
What of the lost, Lord, who’ve never heard?
How can I teach, Lord, this mystery?
But here am I, your servant, Lord, send me.