Though 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 crook shall give me aid,

And guide me through the dreadful shade.

Though in a bare and rugged way,

Through devious lonely wilds I stray,

Thy bounty shall my wants beguile,

The barren wilderness shall smile,