“They shall bring forth fruit in old age” (Ps. xcii. 14).
OW usual it is for old age to be weak, decrepit, selfish and complaining, and how beautiful when the hoary head is a crown of glory and the benignant countenance looks down from three score years and ten and sheds upon us the blessing of our father’s God. Have we reached three score years and ten? God give us grace to stand like the stately palm full of fruit as well as full of years “showing His strength to this generation and His power to every one that is to come.” How gracious His promises to the aged:
“Even down to old age all my people shall prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be borne.