Psalms 90:1-2

• [Psa 90:1] Lord, Thou Hast Been Our Dwelling Place

  Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling place Through all the ages of our race; Before the mountains had their birth, Or Thou hadst formed the earth; From everlasting Thou art God, To everlasting our abode. Man soon yields up his fleeting breath Before the swelling tide of death; Like transient sleep his seasons pass, His life is like the tender grass, Luxuriant ’neath the morning sun And withered ere the day is done. Man in Thine anger is consumed, And unto grief and sorrow doomed; Before Thy clear and searching sight Our secret sins are brought to light; Beneath Thy wrath we pine and die, Our life expiring like a sigh. For threescore years and ten we wait, Or fourscore years if strength be great; But grief and toil attend life’s day, And soon our spirits fly away; O who with true and reverent thought Can fear Thine anger as he ought? O teach Thou us to count our days And set our hearts on wisdom’s ways Turn, Lord, to us in our distress In pity now Thy servants bless; Let mercy’s dawn dispel our night, And all our day with joy be bright. O send the day of joy and light, For long has been our sorrow’s night; Afflicted through the weary years, We wait until Thy help appears; In all Thy children Thou abide, In us let God be glorified. So let there be on us bestowed The beauty of the Lord our God; The work accomplished by our hand Establish Thou, and make it stand; Yea, let our hopeful labor be Established evermore by Thee.

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• [Psa 90:1] Lord, Thou Hast Been Our Dwelling Place (gill)

  Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling place In every generation; Thy people still have known Thy grace, And blessed Thy consolation; Through every age Thou heard’st our cry; Through every age we found Thee nigh, Our Strength and our Salvation. Our cleaving sins we oft have wept, And oft Thy patience provèd; But still Thy faith we fast have kept, Thy Name we still have lovèd; And Thou hast kept and loved us well, Hast granted us in Thee to dwell, Unshaken, unremovèd. No, nothing from those arms of love Shall Thine own people sever; Our Helper never will remove, Our God will fail us never. Thy people, Lord, have dwelt in Thee, Our dwelling place Thou still wilt be, For ever and for ever.

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• [Psa 90:1] Lord, Through All The Generations

  Lord, through all the generations Of the children of our race, In our fears and tribulations, Thou hast been our dwelling place. Ere the vast and wide creation By Thy word was caused to be, Or the mountains held their station, Thou art God eternally. Each succeeding generation At Thy mighty word appears; Thou dost count in time’s duration One day as a thousand years. Death, with swift and sudden warning, Calls us from life’s dream away, Like the grass, green in the morning, Withered ere the close of day. Long the clouds of evil lower; Bless us now with gladsome days; Let Thy servants see Thy power, Let their children learn Thy praise. On us let the grace and beauty Of the Lord our God remain, Strengthen us for noble duty That our work be not in vain.

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• [Psa 90:1] Our God, Our Help In Ages Past

  Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home. Under the shadow of Thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure; Sufficient is Thine arm alone, And our defense is sure. Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting Thou art God, To endless years the same. Thy Word commands our flesh to dust, “Return, ye sons of men:” All nations rose from earth at first, And turn to earth again. A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. The busy tribes of flesh and blood, With all their lives and cares, Are carried downwards by the flood, And lost in following years. Time, like an ever rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. Like flowery fields the nations stand Pleased with the morning light; The flowers beneath the mower’s hand Lie withering ere ‘tis night. Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be Thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home.

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• [Psa 90:2] Ere Mountains Reared Their Forms Sublime

  Ere mountains reared their forms sublime, Or Heav’n and earth in order stood, Before the birth of ancient time, From everlasting Thou art God. A thousand ages, in their flight, With Thee are as a fleeting day; Past, present, future, to Thy sight At once their various scenes display. But our brief life’s a shadowy dream, A passing thought that soon is o’er, That fades with morning’s earliest beam, And fills the musing mind no more. To us, O Lord, the wisdom give Each passing moment so to spend, That we at length with Thee may live Where life and bliss shall never end.

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• [Psa 90:2] Have Mercy On Us, God Most High

  Have mercy on us, God most high, Who lift our hearts to Thee; Have mercy on us worms of earth, Most holy Trinity. Most ancient of all mysteries! Before Thy throne we lie; Have mercy now, most Merciful, Most holy Trinity. When heaven and earth were yet unmade, When time was yet unknown, Thou, in Thy bliss and majesty, Didst live and love alone. Thou wert not born; there was no fount From which Thy Being flowed; There is no end which Thou canst reach; But Thou art simply God. How wonderful creation is, The work that Thou didst bless; And oh, what then must Thou be like, Eternal Loveliness! How beautiful the angels are, The saints how bright in bliss; But with Thy beauty, Lord, compared, How dull, how poor is this. O listen, then, most pitiful, To Thy poor creature’s heart: It blesses Thee that Thou art God; That Thou art what Thou art. Most ancient of all mysteries! Still at Thy throne we lie; Have mercy now, most Merciful, Most holy Trinity.

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• [Psa 90:2] Through Every Age, Eternal God

  Through every age, eternal God, Thou art our rest, our safe abode; High was Thy throne ere Heav’n was made, Or earth Thy humble footstool laid. Long hadst Thou reigned ere time began, Or dust was fashioned to a man; And long Thy kingdom shall endure When earth and time shall be no more. But man, weak man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity; Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just, Return, ye sinners, to your dust. A thousand of our years amount Scarce to a day in Thine account; Like yesterday’s departed light, Or the last watch of ending night. Death, like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away; our life’s a dream, An empty tale, a morning flower, Cut down and withered in an hour. Our age to seventy years is set; How short the time! how frail the state! And if to eighty we arrive, We rather sigh and groan than live. But O how oft Thy wrath appears, And cuts off our expected years! Thy wrath awakes our humble dread; We fear the power that strikes us dead. Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man; And kindly lengthen out our span, Till a wise care of piety Fit us to die, and dwell with Thee.

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  source: Cyberhymnal