"Who would exchange for shooting blade the waving, golden grain?
Or, when the corn is fully ripe, would wish it green again?
And who would wish the hoary head found in the way of truth,
To be again encircled with the sunny locks of youth?

For though in truth the outward may perish and decay,
The inward man shall be renewed by grace from day to day;
They who are planted by the Lord, unshaken by their root,
E'en in old age shall flourish still, and still bring forth much fruit.

It is not years that make men old; the spirit may be young
Though for three score and ten the wheels of life have run;
God has Himself recorded in His glorious Word of Truth
That those who wait upon the Lord, they shall renew their youth.

And when the eyes now dim and weak shall then behold the King,
And ears now dull with age shall hear the saints victorious sing,
And on the head now hoary shall be placed the crown of gold,
Then shall be known the lasting joy of never growing old."