2 Anguish may rend each vital part;
Poor man, thy strength how frail!
Yet heaven’s own strength shall shield thy heart,
When flesh and heart shall fail.
3 Through death’s dark vale, of deepest shade,
Thy feet must surely go;
Yet there, e’en there, walk undismayed;
’Tis thy last scene of woe.
4 Thy God—and with the tenderest hand—
Shall guard the traveler through;