O Lord our God,
under shadow of your wings let us hope.
You will support us both when little,
and even when we have gray hairs.
When our strength is from you it is strength,
but when it is our own it is weakness.
We return to you, O Lord,
that our weary souls may rise towards you,
leaning on the things you have created,
and passing on to yourself, our maker.
with you is refreshment and true strength.
Source of this version: Freely modified from Prayers Ancient and Modern
by Mary Wilder Tileston, Boston, Little Brown, 1914, p. 2 #1