Charles Ives - Psalm 90 lyrics
[Charles Ives - Psalm 90 lyrics]
Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place
From one generation to another
Before the mountains were brought forth
Or ever thou hadst formed
The earth and the world, even
From everlasting to everlasting
Thou art God
Thou turnest man to destruction
And sayest, "Return, ye children of men"
For a thousand years in thy sight are
But as yesterday when it is past
And as a watch in the night
Thou carriest them away as with a
Flood they are as a
Sleep in the morning they are
Like grass which groweth up
In the morning it flourisheth and groweth up
In the evening it is cut down, and withereth
For we are consumed by thine anger
And by thy wrath are we troubled
Thou hast set our iniquities before thee
Our secret sins in the
Light of thy countenance
For all our days are passed
Away in thy wrath: we
Spend our years as a tale that is told
The days of our years
Are threescore years and
Ten and if by reason of strength they
Be fourscore years
Yet is their strength labor and
Sorrow for it is soon cut off
And we fly away
Who knoweth the pow'r of thine anger?
Even according to thy fear, so is thy wrath
So teach us to number our days
That we may apply our hearts unto wisdom
Return, O Lord, how long? and let it repent
Thee concerning thy servants
O satisfy us early with thy mercy that we
May rejoice and be glad all our days
Make us glad according to the days
Wherein thou hast afflicted us
And the years wherein we have seen evil
Let thy work appear unto thy servants
And thy glory unto their children
And let the beauty of the Lord
Our God be upon us:
And establish thou the work of
Our hands upon us yea
The work of our hands establish thou it amen
From one generation to another
Before the mountains were brought forth
Or ever thou hadst formed
The earth and the world, even
From everlasting to everlasting
Thou art God
Thou turnest man to destruction
And sayest, "Return, ye children of men"
For a thousand years in thy sight are
But as yesterday when it is past
And as a watch in the night
Thou carriest them away as with a
Flood they are as a
Sleep in the morning they are
Like grass which groweth up
In the morning it flourisheth and groweth up
In the evening it is cut down, and withereth
For we are consumed by thine anger
And by thy wrath are we troubled
Thou hast set our iniquities before thee
Our secret sins in the
Light of thy countenance
For all our days are passed
Away in thy wrath: we
Spend our years as a tale that is told
The days of our years
Are threescore years and
Ten and if by reason of strength they
Be fourscore years
Yet is their strength labor and
Sorrow for it is soon cut off
And we fly away
Who knoweth the pow'r of thine anger?
Even according to thy fear, so is thy wrath
So teach us to number our days
That we may apply our hearts unto wisdom
Return, O Lord, how long? and let it repent
Thee concerning thy servants
O satisfy us early with thy mercy that we
May rejoice and be glad all our days
Make us glad according to the days
Wherein thou hast afflicted us
And the years wherein we have seen evil
Let thy work appear unto thy servants
And thy glory unto their children
And let the beauty of the Lord
Our God be upon us:
And establish thou the work of
Our hands upon us yea
The work of our hands establish thou it amen