My mother’s favourite paraphrase is one known in our house as David’s because it was the last he learned to repeat. It was also the last thing she read —

Art thou afraid his power shall fail
When comes thy evil day?
And can an all-creating arm
Grow weary or decay?

I heard her voice gain strength as she read it, I saw her timid face take courage, but when came my evil day, then at the dawning, alas for me, I was afraid.

James Barrie (1860-1937) Scottish novelist and dramatist

Margaret Ogilvy, ch. 10 “Art Thou Afraid His Power Shall Fail?” (1896)
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The book is a biographical work about his mother and family.