First Six Verses Of The Ninetieth Psalm Versified, The

     O Thou, the first, the greatest friend
     Of all the human race!
     Whose strong right hand has ever been
     Their stay and dwelling place!

     Before the mountains heav'd their heads
     Beneath Thy forming hand,
     Before this ponderous globe itself
     Arose at Thy command;

     That Pow'r which rais'd and still upholds
     This universal frame,
     From countless, unbeginning time
     Was ever still the same.

     Those mighty periods of years
     Which seem to us so vast,
     Appear no more before Thy sight
     Than yesterday that's past.

     Thou giv'st the word: Thy creature, man,
     Is to existence brought;
     Again Thou say'st, "Ye sons of men,
     Return ye into nought!"

     Thou layest them, with all their cares,
     In everlasting sleep;
     As with a flood Thou tak'st them off
     With overwhelming sweep.

     They flourish like the morning flow'r,
     In beauty's pride array'd;
     But long ere night cut down it lies
     All wither'd and decay'd.