Thus far the Lord hath led us on—in darkness and in day,
Through all the varied stages of the narrow homeward way.
Long since, He took that journey, He trod that path alone;
Its trials and its dangers full well Himself hath known.
Thus far the Lord hath led us—the promise has not failed;
The enemy, encountered oft, has never quite prevailed;
The shield of faith has turned aside or quenched each fiery dart;
The Spirit’s sword in weakest hands has forced him to depart.
Thus far the Lord hath led us—the waters have been high,
But yet in passing through them we felt that He was nigh;
A very present helper in trouble we have found—
His comforts most abounded when our sorrows did abound.
Thus far the Lord hath led us—our need has been supplied,
And mercy has encompassed us about on every side;
Still falls the daily manna, the pure rock-fountains flow,
And many flowers of love and hope along the wayside grow.
Thus far the Lord hath led us—and will He now forsake
The feeble ones whom for His own it pleaseth Him to take?
Oh, never, never! earthly friends may cold and faithless prove,
But His is changeless pity and everlasting love.
Calmly we look behind us, on joys and sorrows past;
We know that all is mercy now, and shall be well at last.
Calmly we look before us—we fear no future ill;
Enough for safety and for peace, if Thou art with us still.
JANE BORTHWICK.