Have you not known, have you not heard
That firm re­mains on high
The ev­er­last­ing throne of Him
Who formed the earth and sky?

Are you afraid His pow­er shall fail
When comes your ev­il day?
And can an all cre­at­ing arm
Grow wea­ry or de­cay?

Supreme in wis­dom as in pow­er
The Rock of Ag­es stands,
Though Him you can­not see, nor trace
The work­ing of His hands.

He gives the con­quest to the weak,
Supports the faint­ing heart;
And cour­age in the ev­il hour
His hea­ven­ly aids im­part.

Mere hu­man pow­er shall fast de­cay,
And youth­ful vi­gor cease;
But they who wait upon the Lord
In strength shall still in­crease.

They with un­wear­ied feet shall tread
The path of life di­vine;
With grow­ing ar­dor on­ward move,
With grow­ing bright­ness shine.

On ea­gles’ wings they mount, they soar,
Their wings are faith and love;
Till, past the clou­dy re­gions here,
They rise to Heav’n above.