My God, my ev­er­last­ing hope,
I live up­on Thy truth;
Thine hands have held my child­hood up,
And strength­ened all my youth.

My flesh was fa­shioned 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 glo­ry 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.