1 My God, my everlasting hope, I live upon thy truth; Thine hands have held my childhood up, And strengthen'd all my youth.
2 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.
3 Still has my life new wonders seen Repeated every year; Behold my days that yet remain, I trust them to thy care.
4 Cast me not off when strength declines, When hoary hairs arise; And round me let thy glories shine Whene'er thy servant dies.
5 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.