I know the frozen bones
That will dog me till I die.
I know those searing eyes
That accuse me even now.
I know the creeping grey
That some say distinguishes me.
I know the want to do
That every time defers awhile.
But what I like to forget
Is that my memory will fade.
Will fade.
Whilst I intern in my grave.
But the good that I do,
By His glorious grace,
My LORD will forever keep.
Location:Claverton Down, Bath
