Never, My Heart, Wilt Thou Grow Old

Never

my heart

wilt thou grow old!

My hair is white

my blood runs cold

And one by one my pow­ers de­part

But youth sits smil­ing in my heart.

Down hill the path of age! oh

no;

Up

up with pa­tient steps I go;

I watch the skies fast bright­en­ing there

I breathe a sweet­er

pur­er air.

Beside my road small tasks spring up

Though but to hand the cool­ing cup

Speak the true word of hear­ty cheer

Tell the lone soul that God is near.

Beat on

my heart

and grow not old!

But when thy puls­es all are told

Let me

though work­ing

lov­ing still

Kneel as I meet my Fa­ther’s will.