1 My God, my everlasting hope,
I live upon thy truth;
Thine hands have held my childhood up,
And strengthen'd all my youth.
2 My flesh was fashion'd by thy power
With all these limbs of mine:
And from my mother's painful hour
I've been entirely thine.
3 Still has my life new wonders seen
Repeated every year;
Behold my days that yet remain,
I trust them to thy care.
4 Cast me not off when strength declines,
When hoary hairs arise;
And round me let thy glory shine,
When e'er thy servant dies.
5 Then in the history of my age,
When men review my days,
They'll read your love in every page,
In every line thy praise.
|First Line:||My God, my everlasting hope|
|Title:||The aged Saint's Reflection and Hope|
|Topic:||Aged saint's reflection and hope; Christ: our strength and righteousness; Courage: in death(6 more...)|