Thus far the Lord has led me on;
Thus far His pow'r prolongs my days;
And ev'ry ev'ning shall make known
Some fresh memorials 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.

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.

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.