November 12

Of Support in the Hour of Death

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. — Ps 23:4

When the vale of death appears,
(Faint and cold this mortal clay,)
Kind Forerunner, soothe my fears,
Light me through the darksome way:
Break the shadows,
Usher in eternal day.