The Wife of My Youth
The wife of my youth, the gift of my prayer,
The day I beseeched her into a journey together,
The wife of my youth, my life, my crown of glory;
Committed forever, I promised myself to be.
Oh! Beautiful was the sweet voice of Love
My wife entrusted to me, perfect gift from above.
My failures faced, she daily endured with me afresh.
Bore with me in marriage, bed undefiled, one in flesh.
The wife of my youth, I’d cherished to protect,
Love and serve, by His grace, my promise to perfect.
Often I’d wondered, “Have I given much tender care?”
No, Wife of my youth never lacked in patient prayer!
The wife of virtue, like an army of strength,
A tower I endeavoured to be, her trusted friend.
In crosses of life, she’d run to the Saviour‘s care,
She’d find comfort to the King of kings, all to bear.
My tender vessel, full of grace she had been.
With the Word I had gently handled, washed, shined, and cleaned.
My wife radiant and pure, she gave her best and laboured,
Broken and spilled out to the Master, oil in alabaster, she poured.
Now days pass me by, seasons come and decline.
Treasured mem’ries of her, my heart forever incline.
Oh! Amidst her battle for life, the New Song prevailed,
She’d sang, “It is Well With My Soul” tho’ pain assailed.
My borrowed days decline like the drifting shadow;
Swiftly passed my meridian; numbered days now follow.
Sun of my wealth and joy has come to set forever;
In the twilight of my years, my strength and hope falter.
Night’s garment trail with grief, thread of sorrow tied.
I await the dawn but the sun seems bent to hide.
Its sable skirt so chaff me with relentless farce!
The cloak of deep’ning darkness fringes me with disgrace!
I’m alone, harvest is past, summer ended.
Life withers like grass, my strength gone and hope depleted.
Let my life cease, if not, I plead Your peace overcome
I’m weary, cast down; renew me Lord with daily psalm!
O my wife, I yearn to see your face again!
No, no, never in my twilight years of life to remain.
Yes, how fair is your smile through the rifts of thunder cloud,
Your saintly worship in Heaven's throne, I hear aloud.
In the hallowed Presence of Heaven blessed!
The King of Life, His throne of mercy I trust and rest .
Beyond the river, our King reigns at His glory Seat,
At the Wedding Feast, blessed Saviour together meet!
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