Never, my heart, wilt thou grow old

1 Never, my heart, wilt thou grow old!
My hair is white, my blood runs cold,
And one by one my powers depart,
But youth sits smiling in my heart.

2 Down hill the path of age! oh, no;
Up, up with patient steps I go;
I watch the skies fast brightening there,
I breathe a sweeter, purer air.

3 Beside my road small tasks spring up,
Though but to hand the cooling cup,
Speak the true word of hearty cheer,
Tell the lone soul that God is near.

4 Beat on, my heart, and grow not old!
But when thy pulses all are told,
Let me, though working, loving still,
Kneel as I meet my Father’s will.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11729

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