In You, Lord, I place my trust and refuge; Let me never be ashamed or cast aside. You have held me from my mother's body, And Your praise has marked my entire life. Do not forsake me in old age. When my strength is gone, remain. Let my mouth recount Your righteous power To a generation yet unnamed. Enemies whisper that my God has left me, But be near and hurry to my aid. You have shown me troubles deep and many; You will bring me up from depths again. I will praise Your truth with harp and singing; My redeemed soul will rejoice. All day long my tongue will tell Your justice, For the ones who sought my hurt are shamed. From my youth until my hair is silver, I will still declare Your mighty works.