Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place

Through generations past,

Before the mountains were brought forth

Or e'er the earth was cast.

From age to age, from first to last,

Throughout the halls of time,

To everlasting thou art God,

The Lord of heaven sublime.

Thou turnest man back into dust

"Turn back you men, each son"

For in thy sight a thousand years

Are like an evening gone.

Or like a night-watch, or a dream

That fades at break of day,

Or like the grass when evening comes

That withers all away.

Thine anger doth consume our life,

We're silenced by thy wrath.

Our sins and lusts thou dost expose

With light upon our path.

Our secret sins thou cost reveal

Within thy clear pure light;

Our lusts assume their utter shame

When opened to thy sight.

Threescore and ten our span of life,

fourscore if we are strong;

Labour and sorrow haunt the years

that pass so swift along.

Who is the man that feels thy wrath

According to his fear?

Teach us to order all our days

That wisdom may appear.

How long, 0 Iord, how long, we cry,

Before thou wilt return?

Relent and pity us, we pray,

Thy servants do not spurn.

0 satisfy us with thy love

^When morning breaks today,

That we may sing aloud for joy

And praise thy name alway.

Repay us days of gladness now

For suff'ring in the past.

Show us, thy servants, all thy deeds,

our children too at last.

And let the beauty of the Lord

Our God be ours anew;

Establish thou our handiwork,

Confirm all things we do.