‘Tis sweet to grow old in the fear of the Lord,
When we cease our tasks one by one;
When His strong right hand helps us stand,
Till the last day’s labor is done.
‘Tis sweet to grow old in the fear of the Lord;
To live ‘neath His loving restraints;
‘Tis sweet to grow old in the fear of the Lord;
As life’s shadows longer creep;
Till our steps grow slow, and our sun swings low,
He gives beloved sleep!
(Faith in the Future, copied from The Vegas Dive Messenger, January 7, 1966.)
Old Age is a privilege.
You cannot buy it.
You cannot sell it.
You cannot earn it.
You cannot inherit it.
You cannot merit it.
So if you are fortunate enough to have it, for heaven’s sake enjoy it: and don’t complain about it. Remember, if you were not old – you would be dead!
(Edna Long. The Visitor, copied from The Vegas Drive Messenger, January 7, 1966.)
Guardian of Truth XL: 9 p. 4
May 2, 1996