Thus far on life's perplexing path,

Thus far, Thou, Lord, our steps hast led;

Snatch'd from the world's pursuing wrath,

Unharm'd, though floods hung o'er our head;

Like ransom'd Israel on the shore,

Here, then, we pause, look back, adore.

Strangers and pilgrims here below,

Like all our fathers in their day,

We to the land of promise go,

Lord, by Thine own appointed way:

Still guide, illumine, cheer our flight,

In cloud by day, in fire by night.

Safety Thy presence is, and rest;

While,--as the eagle, o'er her brood

Flutters her pinions, stirs the nest,

Covers, defends, provides them food,

Bears on her wings, instructs to fly,--

Thy love prepares us for the sky.

Protect us through the wilderness

From fiery tempest, plague, and foe;

With bread from heaven Thy people bless,

And living streams where'er we go:

Nor let our rebel hearts repine,

Or follow any voice but Thine.

Thy holy law to us proclaim,

But not from Sinai's top alone;

Hid in the rock-cleft, be Thy Name,

Thy power and all Thy goodness shown;

And may we never bow the knee,

Or worship any God but Thee.

When we have number'd all our years,

And stand, at length, on Jordan's brink,

Though the flesh fail with mortal fears,

O let not then the spirit sink;

But, strong in faith, and hope, and love,

Plunge through the stream to rise above.