Psalm 102 (Version 3, Part 3)

It is the Lord our Saviour's hand

Weakens our strength amidst the race;

Disease and death at his command

Arrest us, and cut short our days.

Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray,

Nor let our sun go down at noon:

Thy years are one eternal day,

And must thy children die so soon?

Yet in the midst of death and grief

This thought our sorrow shall assuage,

"Our Father and our Saviour live;

"Christ is the same thro' every age."

'Twas he this earth's foundation laid;

Heaven is the building of his hand:

This earth grows old, these heavens shall fade,

And all be chang'd at his command.

The starry curtains of the sky

Like garments shall be laid aside;

But still thy throne stands firm and high;

Thy church for ever must abide.

Before thy face thy church shall live,

And on thy throne thy children reign;

This dying world shall they survive,

And the dead saints be rais'd again.