Mercies remembered and anticipated.--Ps. xxiii. 4-6

Mercy and goodness, O my God!
Have follow'd me through all my days;
Thy strengthening staff, and guiding rod,
Upheld my steps, made straight my ways:
Lord, till I reach thy holy hill,
Goodness and mercy guard me still.

And when I yield this mortal breath,
My soul into Thy hands commend,
And pass the vale and shade of death,
Thy staff and rod my path attend:
Mercy and goodness then shall be
My song to all eternity.