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.