Thro' the valley and shadow of death tho' I stray,
Since Thou art my Guardian, no evil I fear.
Thy rod shall defend me, Thy staff be my stay,
No harm shall befall me with my Comforter near,
No harm shall befall me with my Comforter near.
In the midst of affliction, my table is spread!
With blessings unmeasured, my cup runneth o'er;
With perfume and iil Thou anointest my head;
O what shall I ask of Thy providence more?
O what shall I ask of Thy providence more?
Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God,
Still follow my steps till I meet Thee above.
I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod,
Thro' the land of their sojourn, Thy kingdom of love,
Thro' the land of their sojourn, Thy kingdom of love.
Nothin' yet.