Sixty-two years have today
Of my pilgrimage gone by,
In which I've experienced
Nothing but God's truth and goodness
All my friends, all my enemies
Have now made their peace with me.
Indeed as often as they met,
Hard it was that they oppressed me.
Up to the wings of Jesus
Did they drive me splendidly,
Who on Zion's steadfast hills,
Blissfully refreshes me,
Making me forget all
That does not taste of love;
For Christ's love, without measure,
Covers even many sins.