The daughter and wife in the trial must share.
Think then of my age, over seventy years,
And bear with me though I cause sorrow and tears.
Though fretful, impatient, not suited at all,
And you think it best not to mind every call,
Remember past seasons, my kindness, and know
I would have you as blest as one could be below.
And in the new earth when all trials are o’er,
I would be with you there to have life evermore.
An unbroken band may we all there appear,