Though I should walk in the midst of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me, O Lord.
V. Your rod and your staff have comforted me.
Behold how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell in unity.
V. Like the precious ointment on the head, that ran down upon the beard, the beard of Aaron.
Ps. 132:1; V. 2