Psalm 71:1. 5-9. First Part
The aged saint’s reflection and hope.
My God, my everlasting hope,
I live upon thy truth;
Thine hands have held my childhood up,
And strengthen’d all my youth.
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.
Still has my life new wonders seen
Repeated every year;
Behold my days that yet remain,
I trust them to thy care.
Cast me not off when strength declines,
When hoary hairs arise;
And round me let thy glories shine
Whene’er thy servant dies.
Then in the history of my age,
When men review my days,
They’ll read thy love in every page,
In every line thy praise.