Hymnal: PCSC1791 #181 (1791) First Line: Thro' ev'ry age, eternal God Lyrics: 1 Thro' ev'ry age, eternal God,
Thou art our rest, our safe abode:
High was thy throne e'er heav'n was made,
Or earth thy humble footstool laid.
2 Long had'st thou reign'd ere time began,
Or dust was fashion'd to a man:
And long thy kingdom shall endure
When earth and time shall be no more.
3 But man, weak man, is born to die,
Made up of guilt and vanity:
Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just,
"Return ye sinners, to your dust."
[4 A thousand of our years amount
Scarce to a day in thine account,
Like yesterday's departed light;
Or the last watch of ending night.]
Pause.
5 Death like an overflowing stream,
Sweeps us away – our life's a dream;
An empty tale – a morning flow'r,
Cut down and wither'd in an hour.
[6 Our age to sev'nty years is set;
How short the time! how frail the state!
And if to eighty we arrive,
We rather sigh, and groan than live.
7 But oh how oft thy wrath appears,
And cuts off our expected years!
Thy wrath awakes our humble dread!
We fear the power that strikes us dead.]
8 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man;
And kindly lengthen out our span,
'Till a wise care of piety
Fit us to die, and dwell with thee. Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English
Man mortal, and God eternal