Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, yet will I fear none ill: For thou art with me; and thy rod and staff me comfort still.
The mighty Lord is on my side, I will not be afraid; For any thing that man can do I shall not be dismay'd.
Though I in midst of trouble walk, I life from thee shall have: 'Gainst my foes' wrath thou'lt stretch thine hand; thy right hand shall me save.
I will not fear though thousands ten set round against me be.
Our God, who is the Lord of hosts, is still upon our side; The God of Jacob our refuge for ever will abide.
Though us thou brak'st in dragons' place, and cover'dst with death's shade.
There fear'd they much; for God is with the whole race of the just.
The Lord shall out of Sion send the rod of thy great pow'r: In midst of all thine enemies be thou the governor.