| D | G | D | G |
| D/A | G | Bm | G |
| (Verse 1) |
| D | G | D | G | |
| Precious an | gel, | under the su | n, |
| D | G | Bm | |
| How was I to kno | w | you'd be the one |
| D/F# | G | D/A | G | |
| To show me I was bl | inded, | to show me I was go | ne |
| D | G | Bm | |
| How weak was the fou | ndation I was | standing upon? G D |
| D | G | D | G | |
| Now there's spiritual wa | rfare and flesh and b | lood breaking down. |
| D | G | Bm | G | |
| Ya either got faith or ya got | unbelief and there ain't | no neutral ground. |
| D/F# | G | D/A | G | |
| The enemy is su | btle, h | ow be it we are so decei | ved |
| D | G | Bm | G | |
| When the truth's in our hearts | and we stil | l don't believe? |
| (Chorus) |
| D/F# | G | D/A | G | |
| Shine your | light, s | hine your light on | me |
| D/F# | G | D/A | G | |
| Shine your | light, s | hine your light on | me |
| D/F# | G | D/F# | G | |
| Shine your | light, s | hine your light on | me |
| Bm | D/A | |
| Ya know I ju | st couldn't make it by mys | elf. |
| G | Em7 | Em7/A | |
| I'm a | little too | blind to se | e. |
| (Verse 2) |
| My so-called friends have fallen under a spell. |
| They look me squarely in the eye and they say, "All is well." |
| Can they imagine the darkness that will fall from on high |
| When men will beg God to kill them and they won't be able to die? |
| Sister, lemme tell you about a vision I saw. |
| You were drawing water for your husband, you were suffering under the law. |
| You were telling him about Buddha you were telling him about Mohammed in the |
| same breath. |
| You never mentioned one time the Man who came and died a criminal's death. |
| (Repeat Chorus) |
| (Verse 3) |
| Precious angel, you believe me when I say |
| What God has given to us no man can take away. |
| We are covered in blood, girl, you know our forefathers were slaves. |
| Let us hope they've found mercy in their bone-filled graves. |
| You're the queen of my flesh, girl, you're my woman, you're my delight, |
| You're the lamp of my soul, girl, and you touch up the night. |
| But there's violence in the eyes, girl, so let us not be enticed |
| On the way out of Egypt, through Ethiopia, to the judgment hall of Christ. |
| (Repeat Chorus) |