My God, my everlasting 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 pow'r

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 ev'ry 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 glory shine,

When'er thy servant dies.

Then, in the hist'ry of my age,

When men review my days,

They'll read your love in ev'ry page,

In ev'ry line thy praise.