v.5-9 <br />C. M. <br />The aged saint's reflection and hope. <br /> <br />My God, my everlasting hope, <br />I live upon thy truth; <br />Thine hands have held my childhood up, <br />And strengthened all my youth. <br /> <br />My flesh was fashioned by thy power, <br />With all these limbs of mine; <br />And from my mother's painful hour, <br />I've been entirely thine. <br /> <br />Still has my life new wonders seen <br />Repeated every year; <br />Behold, my days that yet remain, <br />I trust them to thy care. <br /> <br />Cast me not off when strength declines, <br />When hoary hairs arise; <br />And round me let thy glory shine, <br />Whene'er thy servant dies. <br /> <br />Then in the hist'ry of my age, <br />When men review my days, <br />They'll read thy love in every page, <br />In every line thy praise.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-71-part-1/
