THROUGH Death’s valley dark I’m
passing,
On my path its shadows fall,
Mid the darkness evil voices
My poor, trembling heart appal;
But I hear my Saviour speaking,
“Fear thou not, be not dismayed,”
And my spirit gladly answers,
“I will trust, nor be afraid.”
Dark the way, still thou dost guide me—
Light of life, bright Morning Star!
Thou hast promised ne’er to leave me
Till I’ve passed the gates ajar;
Strengthen me, O Christ my Saviour!
Shepherd King, I need thy aid,
With thy rod and staff to comfort;
“I will trust, nor be afraid.”
Though I stand before Death’s portals,
Still thy promises I prove;
Gently clasp me to thy bosom,
Hold me firmly in thy love;
O my Father, I will praise thee,
See, my hand in thine is laid,
Thou hast turned from me thine anger:
“I will trust, nor be afraid.”
When at last, the journey over,
I shall see him face to face,
And again, with tongue immortal,
Sing the story “Saved by grace,”
Then throughout eternal ages,
Clothed in garb that shall not fade,
With my Saviour, peaceful, dwelling,
“I will trust, nor be afraid.”