2 Through the valley and shadow of death tho’ I stray, Since thou art my guardian, no evil I fear; Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay; No harm can befall, with my comforter near.
3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread; With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o’er; With perfume and oil thou anointest my head; O what shall I ask of thy providence more?
4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God! Still follow my steps till I meet thee above; I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod, Through the land of their sojourn, thy kingdom of love.
104 9s & 6s. Fear not, little flock. Luke 12:32.
Yes! our Shepherd leads with gentle hand, Through the dark pilgrim-land, His flock, so dearly bought, So long and fondly sought. Hallelujah!
2 When in clouds and mist the weak ones stray, He shows again the way, And points to them afar A bright and guiding star. Hallelujah!
3 Tenderly he watches from on high With an unwearied eye; He comforts and sustains, In all their fears and pains. Hallelujah!
4 Through the parched, dreary desert he will guide To the green fountain-side: Through the dark, stormy night, To a calm land of light. Hallelujah!
5 Yes! his “little flock” are ne’er forgot; His mercy changes not: Our home is safe above, Within his arms of love. Hallelujah!