Naked as from the earth we came,
and entered life at first;
Naked we to the earth return,
and mix with kindred dust.
Whate’er we fondly call our own
belongs to heav’n’s great Lord;
The blessings lent us for a day
are soon to be restored.
’Tis God that lifts our comforts high,
or sinks them in the grave:
He gives; and, when he takes away,
he takes but what he gave.
Then, ever blessed be his name!
his goodness swelled our store;
His justice but resumes its own;
’tis ours still to adore.
Source: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R3