Scripture Verse

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. Psalm 23:4


Alice Cary (1820–1871)

Words: Al­ice Ca­ry, 1870.

Music: Saw­ley James Walch, 1860 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Walch (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Earth, with all its dark and dread­ful ills,
Recedes and fades away;
Lift up your heads, ye hea­ven­ly hills,
Ye gates of death, give way!

My soul is full of whis­pered song;
My blind­ness is my sight;
The sha­dows that I feared so long
Are all alive with light.

The while my puls­es faint­ly beat,
My faith doth so abound;
I feel grow firm be­neath my feet
The green im­mor­tal ground.

That faith to me a cour­age gives,
Low as the grave to go;
I know that my Re­deem­er lives—
That I shall live, I know.

The pa­lace walls I al­most see
Where dwells my Lord and king;
O grave! where is thy vic­to­ry?
O death! where is thy sting?