I reach my Father’s house, safe sheltered evermore.
Stay with me, Lord; even now to the dark valley
My step descendeth, and the chilling gloom
Is gathering o’er my pathway deep and dreary—
Dread shadows of the ay mysterious tomb.
Now may Thy lamp this fearful vale illume;
Its light alone these terrors can dispel.
Where Thou, my Lord, art guide, no ill can come.
Thou mighty Conqueror of death and hell,
To Thee I trust my soul and know that all is well.