v.17-21 <br />C. M. <br />The aged Christian's prayer and song. <br /> <br />God of my childhood and my youth, <br />The guide of all my days, <br />I have declared thy heav'nly truth, <br />And told thy wondrous ways. <br /> <br />Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs, <br />And leave my fainting heart? <br />Who shall sustain my sinking years, <br />If God my strength depart? <br /> <br />Let me thy power and truth proclaim <br />To the surviving age; <br />And leave a savor of thy name <br />When I shall quit the stage. <br /> <br />The land of silence and of death <br />Attends my next remove; <br />O may these poor remains of breath <br />Teach the wide world thy love! <br /> <br />PAUSE. <br /> <br />Thy righteousness is deep and high, <br />Unsearchable thy deeds; <br />Thy glory spreads beyond the sky, <br />And all my praise exceeds. <br /> <br />Oft have I heard thy threat'nings roar, <br />And oft endured the grief; <br />But when thy hand has pressed me sore, <br />Thy grace was my relief. <br /> <br />By long experience have I known <br />Thy sovereign power to save; <br />At thy command I venture down <br />Securely to the grave. <br /> <br />When I lie buried deep in dust, <br />My flesh shall be thy care; <br />These withering limbs with thee I trust, <br />To raise them strong and fair.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-71-part-3/
