Through Every Age, Eternal God
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Hymn 213 L.M. 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.