Song of the Aged Christian

Weary

worn

sad and for­sak­en

Lingering on this cheer­less shore;

All life’s sweet­est ties are brok­en

And my loved ones come no more.

All my ear­ly friends have left me

In this lone­some vale of tears;

Sighing for their smil­ing fac­es

Where they know no griefs or fears.

Throngs of youth­ful faces ’round me

But re­mind me of the past

When I held my dear de­part­ed

To my bo­som fond­ly clasped.

But a few more tears and sor­rows

And the fount­ain will be dry;

Then I shall em­brace my kin­dred

In the hap­py home on high.

Blessèd hope

sweet balm of com­fort

To this wi­thered heart of mine;

Light my path a lit­tle long­er

With Thy beams of light di­vine;

God of mer­cy

grace and good­ness

Hold me by Thy pow­er­ful hand;

Till I greet my lov­ing kin­dred

In the glo­ri­ous heav’n­ly land.