Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place
In generations all.
Before thou ever hadst brought forth
The mountains great or small,

Ere ever thou hadst formed the earth,
And all the world abroad;
From everlasting thou art God,
To everlasting God.

Thou dost unto destruction turn
Man that is mortal made;
And unto them thou say'st, Again,
Return, ye sons of men.

For in thy sight a thousand years
Are like a yesterday;
Or as a watch within the night,
Before 'tis passed away.

As with an overflowing flood
Thou carry'st them away:
They like a sleep are, like the grass
That grows at morn are they.

At morn it flourishes and grows,
Cut down at eve doth fade.
So teach us, Lord, to count our days,
That we our hearts may guide

To wisdom true. Return, O Lord:
How long thus shall it be?
Let it repent thee of thy wrath
Towards thy servants free.

O with thy tender mercies, Lord,
Us early satisfy;
So we rejoice shall all our days,
And still be glad in thee.