”He shall drink of the book in the way;  therefore shall he lift up the head (Psa. 110:7)


My heart may be cheerful, but heavy my walk,
My hair turns still thinner and grey,
And as I of days of my youth dream and talk,
The dust of my age holds its sway.

God´s power surpasses our natural strength,
In weakness is Christ glorified,
His grace in its height, in its depth and its length,
The thirst of my soul satisfied.

Our life here on earth is so short, but behold,
In Christ has the death lost its sting,
The years now gone by made me grey-haired and old,
In Christ is eternity´s spring.

So hail, death and grave! You have lost all your gloom,
In Christ I have nothing to dread!
My youth is revived in the gospel´s full bloom,
In triumph I lift up my head!

-jn-