God everlasting, at your word
the hills in splendor rise;
they overshadow human life
whose glory swiftly dies.
Our days like dreams come to an end,
our story soon is told,
when strength is spent, and beauty fades,
and bodies have grown old.
Teach us, good Lord, to count our days,
to cherish every hour,
to seek your will, to do your work,
and trust your mighty power.
Lord, at your hand we have received
the cup of joy and pain;
pour out the fullness of your grace
and we shall sing again!
|First Line:||God everlasting, at your word the hills in splendor rise|
|Title:||Psalm 90: God Everlasting|
|Paraphraser:||David Mowbray, b. 1938|
|Copyright:||Text © 1990, Jubilate Hymns Ltd., admin. Hope Publishing Co.|
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