1. Through every age, eternal God,
Thou art our rest—our safe abode:
High was thy throne, ere heav'n was made,
Or earth thy humble footstool laid.
2. Long hadst thou reigned, ere time began,
Or dust was fashioned into 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 is just,
"Return, ye sinners, to your dust."
4. Death, like an ever-flowing stream,
Sweeps us away—our life's a dream—
An empty tale—a morning flow'r—
Cut down, and withered, in an hour.
5. Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man;
And kindly lengthen out our span,
Till, cleansed by grace, we all may be
Prepared to die, and dwell with thee.