For without Thee no tree shall bear good fruit;
These three, O Lord, to lead me through the night!
SO MANY YEARS
These hands have labored, Lord, so many years;
So many years these feet have trod this road;
So many years these shoulders, bent and weak,
Have borne their own and others' heavy load!
This heart has broken in these many years,
And tears have dimmed these eyes, till life