A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy ‎#484

484. Behold the gloomy vale

1 Behold the gloomy vale,
Which thou, my soul, must tread,
Beset with terrors fierce and pale,
That leads thee to the dead.

2 Ye pleasing scenes, adieu!
Which I so long have known.
My friends, a long farewell to you!
For I must pass alone.

3 But see! a ray of light,
With splendours all divine,
Breaks through these dreary realms of night,
And makes its horrors shine.

4 Where death, where darkness reigns,
Jehovah is my stay:
His rod my trembling feet sustains,
His staff defends my way.

5 Great Shepherd! lead me on;
My soul disdains to fear.
Death's gloomy phantoms all are flown,
Now life's great Lord is near.

Text Information

• First Line: Behold the gloomy vale
• Meter: S. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1814
• Topic: Death

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