Lord thou hast been my dwelling place
In all generations before the mountains
Were brought forth or ever thou
Hardest formed the earth and the world
Even from the everlasting to everlasting
Thou art God
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
As with a flood
They are as a sleep
In the morning they are like
Grass which groweth up
And groweth up in the evening
It is cut down and withereth
The everlasting God He is
Ancient of days
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
That we may apply our
Hearts unto wisdom
Return O Lord
The everlasting God
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