Thus Far the Lord Hath Led Me On

Thus far the Lord hath led me on

Thus far His pow­er pro­longs my days

And ev­ery ev­en­ing shall make known

Some fresh me­mor­ial of His grace.

Much of my time has run to waste

And I

per­haps

am near my home;

But He for­gives my fol­lies past

And gives me strength for days to come.

I lay my bo­dy down to sleep;

Peace is the pil­low for my head;

While well ap­point­ed an­gels keep

Their watch­ful sta­tions round my bed.

In vain the sons of earth or hell

Tell me a thou­sand fright­ful things

My God in safe­ty makes me dwell

Beneath the sha­dow of His wings.

Faith in His name for­bids my fear;

O may Thy pre­sence ne’er de­part!

And in the morn­ing make me hear

The love and kind­ness of Thy heart.

Thus

when the night of death shall come

My flesh shall rest be­neath the ground

And wait Thy voice to rouse my tomb

With sweet sal­va­tion in the sound.