And in old age, when others fade, they fruit still forth shall bring; They shall be fat, and full of sap, and aye be flourishing;
And now, Lord, leave me not, when I old and gray-headed grow: Till to this age thy strength and pow'r to all to come I show.
He shall be like a tree that grows near planted by a river, Which in his season yields his fruit, and his leaf fadeth never: And all he doth shall prosper well