My God, my ev-er-last-ing hope,
I live up-on Thy truth;
Thine hands have held my child-hood up,
And strength-ened all my youth.
Thus has my life new won-ders seen
Re-peat-ed ev-ery year;
Be-hold my days that yet re-main,
I trust them to Thy care
Cast me not off when strength de-clines,
When hoar-y hairs a-rise;
And round me let Thy glo-ry shine
When-e'er Thy ser-vant dies.
Then in the hist-ory of my age,
When men re-view my days,
They'll read Thy love in ev-ery page,
In ev-ery line Thy praise.
My Sa-viour, my Al-might-y Friend,
When I be-gin Thy praise,
Where will the grow-ing num-bers end,
The num-bers of Thy grace?
Thou art my ev-er-last-ing trust,
Thy good-ness I a-dore;
And since I knew Thy grac-es first
I speak Thy glo-ries more.
My feet shall trav-el all the length
Of the cel-est-ial road,
And march with cour-age in Thy strength
To see my Fa-ther God.
How will my lips re-joice to tell
The vic-tories of my King!
My soul re-deemed from sin and hell
Shall Thy sal-va-tion sing.
A-wake, a-wake, my tune-ful powers;
With this de-light-ful song
I'll ent-er-tain the dark-est hours,
Nor think the sea-son long.
My God, my ev-er-last-ing hope,
I live up-on Thy truth;
Thine hands have held my child-hood up,
And strength-ened all my youth
*Music: Composed Jan 2005 by Mitch Cervinka. Donated to the Public Domain for the unrestricted use of Christ's church.