Growing old, but not retiring,
For the battle still is on;
Going on without relenting
Till the final victory’s won.
Ever on, nor think of resting,
For the battle rages still;
And my Saviour still is with me,
And I seek to do His will.
Years roll by! The body weakens,
But the spirit still is young;
Breath of God—it never ages—
Is eternal, ever strong.
Let me tell it to the needy,
Far and wide Thy worth proclaim;
That my closing years may praise Thee—
Glorify Thy blessed name.
Let me labor in Thy harvest
More than ever in the past,
Reaping what Thou, Lord, hast planted,
Till I dwell with Thee at last;
That before Thy throne eternal
I may have some fruit to bring—
Not my work—the fruit of Calvary,
All Thine own, my Lord, the King.