1 I thought upon the days of old,
The years departed long,
I held communion with my heart,
By night recalled my song.
2 My heart inquired with anxious care,
Will God forever spurn?
Shall we no more His favor see?
Will mercy ne'er return?
3 Forever shall His promise fail?
Has God forgotten grace?
Has He withdrawn His tender love,
In anger hid His face?
4 These doubts are my infirmity,
My thoughts at once reply;
I call back years of God's right hand,
The years of God Most High.
5 I will commemorate, O Lord,
Thy wondrous deeds of old,
And meditate upon Thy works
Of power and grace untold.
6 O God, most holy is Thy way,
Most perfect, good, and right;
Thou art the only living God,
The God of wondrous might.
The Psalter: with responsive readings, 1912