1 Thou are, Thou were, O LORD,
Long ere the mountains had their birth;
Long ere at Thy creative Word,
Arose this breathing earth.
2 Man, like a summer flower,
Lives through his little varied day,
The slender creature of an hour,
That blossoms to decay.
3 This truth, O make us see!
O bid us, LORD, be timely wise,
And seek a Savior, seek from Thee,
The life that never dies!
4 Forgive us every sin;
Fill our dark souls with joy and light;
And let that glorious day begin,
That never sinks in might.
Source: Psalms of Grace #90b