STANZAS.

They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength.

Years cannot make their strength decay

Who lean upon the Lord,

Nor age fling shadows o’er the way

That’s lighted by his word:

Their path doth bright and brighter shine

Till perfect in the skies;

And life’s soft eve is no decline,

For heavenward still they rise.

When winter’s might hath rent the oak,

Or summer blights its shoot,

The streams of God can heal the stroke

And sprout its deathless root:

And souls that have the fountain quaffed

Of Christ’s world-healing side,

Arise immortal from the draught,

And live through Him that died.