Before my jour­ney is com­plete
My vi­gor fails, my years de­cline;
My God, O spare me, I en­treat;
The days of life are hol­ly Thine.

O cut not short my life’s brief day,
O Thou whose years eter­nal run,
Thou who didst earth’s foun­da­tions lay,
Creator of the stars and sun.

The earth and hea­vens shall pass away,
Like ves­ture worn and laid aside,
But change­less Thou shalt live for aye,
Thy years for­ev­er shall abide.

Thy ser­vants’ child­ren shall re­main
For ev­er­more be­fore Thy face;
Enduring hon­or they shall gain,
Established ev­er in Thy grace.