Do not reject me now that I am old.
When my strength fails do not forsake me.
Sometimes the ardour of faith is so cold.
Answers and certainty I but dimly see.

My lips are filled with your praise.
With your glory all the day long.
Is witness not enough if given honestly without cease.
You demand faith, but is it not enough to give praise filled song.

Is it not enough to have fought the good fight to the end.
Is it not enough to have run the race to the end.
Do you demand more, an unreasoning faith to defend
If my faith falters, to perdition will you your disciple send.

But this I hope that it is enough to have kept the faith.
In effort, in desire, even if belief is a wavering wraith.