Twenty-three! O, can it be
That I another birthday see?
Spared another year to tell
Jesus hath done all things well?
Countless mercies have I seen
Have I always grateful been?
Proved my love from day to day,
Walking in the narrow way?
Many things I’ve left undone,
Often sinned in heart and tongue;
Much I’ve suffered in the past,
Safely brought through all at last.
Feeble though my powers may be,
May I use them, Lord, for Thee
Let the remnant of my days
Be devoted to Thy praise!
Waiting, ready, may I be,
If my Savior comes for me!
If I pass through death’s dark vale,
He, I know will never fail.