XXXII. Support in Death.

BEHOLD the gloomy Vale,
Which thou, my Soul, must tread,
Beset with Terrors fierce and pale,
That leads thee to the Dead.

Ye pleasing Scenes, Adieu,
Which I so long have known:
My Friends, a long Farewel to you,
For I must pass alone.

And thou, beloved Clay,
Long Partner of my Cares,
In this rough Path art torn away
With Agony and Tears.

But see a Ray of Light,
With Splendors all divine,
Breaks thro' these doleful Realms of Night,
And makes it's Horrors shine.

Where Death and Darkness reigns,
Jehovah is my Stay:
His Rod my trembling Feet sustains,
His Staff defends my Way.

Dear Shepherd, lead me on;
My Soul disdains to fear;
Death's gloomy Phantoms all are flown,
Now Life's great LORD is near.