I Thought upon the Days of Old

I thought up­on the days of old

The years de­part­ed long

I held com­mun­ion with my heart

By night re­called my song.

My heart in­quired with anx­ious care

Will God for­ev­er spurn?

Shall we no more His fa­vor see?

Will mer­cy ne’er re­turn?

Forever shall His pro­mise fail?

Has God for­got­ten grace?

Has He with­drawn His ten­der love

In an­ger hid His face?

These doubts are my in­fir­mi­ty

My thoughts at once re­ply;

I call back years of God’s right hand

The years of God Most High.

I will com­me­mo­rate

O Lord

Thy won­drous deeds of old

And me­di­tate up­on Thy works

Of pow­er and grace un­told.

O God

most ho­ly is Thy way

Most per­fect

good and right;

Thou art the on­ly liv­ing God

The God of won­drous might.