"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the Shadow of Death, I will
fear no evil, for thou art with me." Ps. 23.
1 Thou must go forth alone, my soul!
Thou must go forth alone,
To other scenes, to other worlds,
That mortal hath not known.
Thou must go forth alone, my soul,--
To tread the narrow vale;
But He, whose word is sure, hath said
His comforts shall not fail.
2 Thou must go forth alone, my soul,
Along the darksome way;
Where the bright sun has never shed
His warm and gladsome ray.
And yet the Sun of Righteousness
Shall rise amidst the gloom,
And scatter from thy trembling gaze
The shadows of the tomb.
3 Thou must go forth alone, my soul!
To meet thy God above:
But shrink not--He hath said, my soul,
He is a God of love.
His rod and staff shall comfort thee
Across the dreary road,
Till thou shalt join the blessed ones
In heaven's serene abode.