PSALM 71. v. 5–9. First Part. (C. M.) The aged Saint's Reflection and Hope.
I
My God, my everlasting hope,
I live upon thy truth;
Thine hands have held my childhood up,
And strengthen'd all my youth.
II
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.
III
Still has my life new wonders seen
Repeated every year;
Behold my days that yet remain,
I trust them to thy care.
IV
Cast me not off when strength declines,
When hoary hairs arise;
And round me let thy glory shine
Whene'er thy servant dies.
V
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.
