‘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
John Wesley.
Wesley's poem about aging gracefully in fear of the Lord, trusting Him as sun sets and He gives sleep to His beloved.
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