Lord, you have been our dwelling place through all our generations.
Before the mountains were born, for you brought forth the earth and the
world.
Even from everlasting to everlasting, you are God.
You turn men back into dust and say, return, O sons of men.
Lord, you have been our dwelling place through all our generations.
A
thousand years in your sight are like yesterday or a night watch, swept off like
a flood, men sleep.
In the morning they change like the grass.
In the morning it blossoms and sprouts.
In the evening it withers and fades.
In anger we're wrought to an end.
By your wrath we are dismayed.
But Lord, you have been our dwelling place through all our generations.
Our sins have been placed before you, our secrets in your light.
Our days decline in your anger and we finish our years like a sigh.
The years of our life reaching seventy or eighty if we are strong.
Their pride is but labor and sorrow.
Soon it's gone and we fly away.
But Lord, you have been our dwelling place through all our generations.
Who knows the power of your anger?
Your rage deserves our fear.
So teach us to number our days and to bring you a heart of wisdom.
Lord, turn, how long will it be?
Have pity upon your servants.
Fill us with your love in the morning so we'll sing and be glad all our days.
Lord, you have been our dwelling place through all our generations.
Gladden for days you afflicted us, the years when we saw evil.
Reveal your work to your servants and your glory to their children.
Let the favor of the Lord our God be on us and on our work.
Confirm the work of our hands.
Please confirm the work of our hands.
Lord, you have been our dwelling place through all our generations.