Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank my God, Who set me free,
And saved my mortal soul.

Even when suffering, cruci fixus,
He did not wince nor cry aloud.
Paying my debt, my Lord Invictus,
His head was bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears,
I’ll find my place in His parade,
And so the menace of the years,
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
Christ is the Master of my fate,
And the Captain of my soul.

Adapted from Invictus by William Ernest Henley, a poem written in 1875.