1 I thought upon the days of old,
The years departed long,
I held communion with my heart,
By night recalled my song.

2 My heart inquired with anxious care,
Will God forever spurn?
Shall we no more His favor see?
Will mercy ne'er return?

3 Forever shall His promise fail?
Has God forgotten grace?
Has He withdrawn His tender love,
In anger hid His face?

4 These doubts are my infirmity,
My thoughts at once reply;
I call back years of God's right hand,
The years of God Most High.

5 I will commemorate, O Lord,
Thy wondrous deeds of old,
And meditate upon Thy works
Of pow'r and grace untold.

6 O God, most holy is Thy way,
Most perfect, good, and right;
Thou art the only living God,
The God of wondrous might.