An evening hymn. <br /> <br />Psa. 4:8; 3:5,6; 148:8. <br /> <br />Thus far the Lord has led me on, <br />Thus far his power prolongs my days; <br />And every evening shall make known <br />Some fresh memorial of his grace. <br /> <br />Much of my time has run to waste, <br />And I perhaps am near my home; <br />But he forgives my follies past, <br />He gives me strength for days to come. <br /> <br />I lay my body down to sleep, <br />Peace is the pillow for my head; <br />While well-appointed angels keep <br />Their watchful stations round my bed. <br /> <br />In vain the sons of earth or hell <br />Tell me a thousand frightful things <br />My God in safety makes me dwell <br />Beneath the shadow of his wings. <br /> <br />[Faith in his name forbids my fear; <br />O may thy presence ne'er depart! <br />And in the morning make me hear <br />The love and kindness of thy heart. <br /> <br />Thus when the night of death shall come, <br />My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, <br />And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb, <br />With sweet salvation in the sound.]<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-80/
