Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition
566 Hebron
Words: Isaac Watts, 1707
Music: Lowell Mason, 1823
Meter: Long Meter (8,8,8,8)
Thus far the Lord hath led me on,
Thus far His pow’r prolonged 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,
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.
Thus far His pow’r prolonged 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,
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.