Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
 

Earth to earth
I will fear no evil
Ashes to ashes
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me
Dust to dust
 
Thou preparest a table before me
And we commit his body to the ground
Thou annointest my head with oil;
Lord make his face to shine upon him
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life
 
Be gracious unto him
My cup runneth over
In sure and certain hope
For thou art with me
 
Lord bless him and keep him
Though I walk through the valley
Give him peace.
 
Maketh me to lie down in green pastures
We commend to Almighty God our brother
 
Restoreth my soul

 

Home, James!