Yea though I walk through the valley of death

Yet will I fear no ill.

Thy rod and staff, are my shield and sword

My Rock and Comforter still.

O Lamb of God, O Lamb of God

As I surrender my will

May all of my days be filled with Your praise

Until I, Your purpose fulfil.

Should all man's scorn, be poured on my form

O if I despised of all be

Nor should I care, but I'll gladly bear

As you have borne it for me.

O Lamb of God, O Lamb of God

Dying on cruel Calvary

Through all of my days will be filled with Your praise,

Until I, Your purposes see.