"Though I Walk Through the Valley" (23psalm2.mid)
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;
Thou preparest a table before me
In the presence of mine enemies;
Thou anointest my head with oil;
My cup runneth o'er.
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