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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.


Thus, when the night of death shall come,

My flesh shall rest beneath the ground,

And wait thy voice to rouse my the tomb,

With sweet salvation in the sound.

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