Growing old but not retiring,
For the battle still is on;
Going on without relenting
Till the final victory's won.
Ever on, nor think of resting,
For the battle rages still;
And my Savior still is with me,
And I seek to do His will.
Years roll by! The body weakens,
But the spirit still is young;
Breath of God—it never ages—
Is eternal, ever strong.
Rather, year by year it strengthens,
Gaining o'er the things of sense;
By Thy Spirit lead my spirit,
Savior, till Thou call me hence.
Things of earth decrease in value,
Brighter shines the light above;
Less the power of human hatred,
Sweeter far the Savior's love.
Let me tell it to the needy,
Far and wide Thy worth proclaim;
That my closing years may praise Thee—
Glorify Thy blessed Name.
Let me labor in Thy harvest
More than ever in the past,
Reaping in what Thou hast planted,
Till I dwell with Thee at last;
That before Thy throne eternal
I may have some fruit to bring—
Not my work—the fruit of Calvary,
All Thine own, my Lord, the King.
"The wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord."