1
God everlasting, at your word
the hills in splendor rise;
they overshadow human life
whose glory swiftly dies.
2
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.
3
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.
4
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!