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<h2>THUS FAR THE LORD HATH LED ME ON</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The fear of the Lord prolongs life.” Proverbs 10:27</h3></p>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_a_watts_i.html" target="_blank">Isaac Watts</a>, <em>Hymns and Spiritual Songs</em>, 1707.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Hebron,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_a_mason_l.html" target="_blank">Lowell Mason</a>, 1830 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_h_hebron.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<span class="cou">Courtesy of Yale Divinity Library</span></td>
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<p>Thus far the Lord hath led me on,<br>
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Thus far His power prolongs my days,<br>
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And every evening shall make known<br>
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Some fresh memorial of His grace.</p>
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<p>Much of my time has run to waste,<br>
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And I, perhaps, am near my home;<br>
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But He forgives my follies past,<br>
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And gives me strength for days to come.</p>
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<p>I lay my body down to sleep;<br>
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Peace is the pillow for my head;<br>
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While well appointed angels keep<br>
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Their watchful stations round my bed.</p>
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<p>In vain the sons of earth or hell<br>
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Tell me a thousand frightful things<br>
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My God in safety makes me dwell<br>
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Beneath the shadow of His wings.</p>
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<p>Faith in His Name forbids my fear;<br>
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O may Thy presence ne’er depart!<br>
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And in the morning make me hear<br>
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The love and kindness of Thy heart.</p>
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<p>Thus, when the night of death shall come,<br>
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My flesh shall rest beneath the ground,<br>
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And wait Thy voice to rouse my tomb,<br>
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With sweet salvation in the sound.</p>
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