Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still.
Thy friendly staff shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
4Though, in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,