When adverse winds and waves arise,

And in my heart despondence sighs;

When life her throng of cares reveals,

And weakness o’er my spirit steals,

Grateful I hear the kind decree,

That “as my day, my strength shall be.”

2 When, with sad footsteps, memory roves

’Mid smitten joys and buried loves,

When sleep my tearful pillow flies,

And dewy morning drinks my sighs,

Still to thy promise, Lord! I flee,

That “as my day, my strength shall be.”

3 One trial more must yet be past:

One pang—the keenest and the last;

And when, with brow convulsed and pale,

My feeble, quivering heart-strings fail,

Redeemer! grant my soul to see,

That “as my day, my strength shall be.”