Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling place Through all the ages of our race Before the mountains had their birth Or ever Thou hadst formed the earth From years which no beginning had To years unending, Thou art God Thou turnest man to dust again And say'st, "Return, ye sons of men" As yesterday when past appears So are to Thee a thousand years They like a day are in Thy sight Yes, like a passing watch by night On us let there be shed abroad The beauty of the Lord our God Our handiwork upon us be Established evermore by Thee Yes, let our handiwork be now Established evermore by Thee