Thus far the Lord has 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,

He 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.]