1 God everlasting, at your word
the hills in splendour rise;
they overshadow human life
whose glory swiftly dies.

2 Our days like dreams come to an end,
our story soon is told
when strength is spent, and beauty fades,
and bodies have grown old.

3 Teach us, good Lord, to count our days,
to cherish every hour;
to seek your will, to do your work,
and trust your mighty power.

4 Lord, at your hand we have received
the cup of joy and pain:
pour out the fulness of your grace
and we shall sing again!

After Psalm 90, David Mowbray (born 1938)
© David Mowbray/Jubilate Hymns
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