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.

2 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.

3 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.

4 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.