O gra­cious God, for­sake me not,
When I am old and gray,
That unto those that fol­low me
I may Thy might dis­play.

Thy per­fect right­eous­ness, O God,
The height of Heav’n ex­ceeds;
O who is like to Thee, who hast
Performed such migh­ty deeds?

Thou who hast sent me ma­ny griefs
Wilt yet my soul re­store,
And out of sor­row’s low­est depths
Wilt bring me forth once more.

O turn again and comfort me,
My wan­ing strength in­crease,
And for Thy faith­ful­ness, O God,
My praise shall nev­er cease.

Thou Ho­ly One of Is­ra­el,
To Thee sweet songs I raise;
The soul Thou hast re­deemed from death
Shall give Thee joy­ful praise.

My ene­mies that seek my hurt
Thy help has put to shame;
My thank­ful tongue will cease­less­ly
Thy right­eous­ness pro­claim.