1 It is the Lord our Saviour's Hand
Weakens our Strength amidst the Race;
Disease and Death at his Command
Arrest us, and cut short our Days.

2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray,
Nor let our Sun go down at Noon;
Thy Years are one eternal Day,
And must thy Children die so soon?

3 Yet in the Midst of Death and Grief
This Thought our Sorrow should asswage;
"Our Father and our Saviour live;
"Christ is the same through ev'ry Age."

4 'Twas he this Earth's Foundation laid;
Heav'n is the Building of his Hand;
This Earth grows old, these Heav'ns shall fade,
And all be chang'd at his Command.

5 The starry Curtains of the Sky,
Like Garments shall be laid aside;
But still thy Throne stands firm on high;
Thy Church for ever must abide.

6 Before thy Face thy Church shall live,
And on thy Throne thy Children reign;
This dying World shall they survive,
And the dead Saints be rais'd again.