O Gracious God, Forsake Me Not

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.