Support in Death. Psalm xxiii. 4

Behold the gloomy Vale, Which thou, my Soul, must tread, Beset with Terrors fierce and pale, That leads thee to the Dead.

Ye pleasing Scenes, Adieu, Which I so long have known: My Friends, a long Farewel to you, For I must pass alone.

And thou, beloved Clay, Long Partner of my Cares, In this rough Path art torn away With Agony and Tears.

But see a Ray of Light, With Splendors all divine, Breaks thro' these doleful Realms of Night, And makes it's Horrors shine.

Where Death and Darkness reigns, Jehovah is my Stay: His Rod my trembling Feet sustains, His Staff defends my Way.

Dear Shepherd, lead me on; My Soul disdains to fear; Death's gloomy Phantoms all are flown, Now Life's great LORD is near.