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Lord, you've been our eternal dwelling place; before
You formed the world, you're God from, and to, evermore.
A thousand years in thy sight are as yesterday,
A mere night-watch, a sleep - you carry them away.
They're like blades of grass in the morn - withered at night!
You consume us, and bring our secret sins to light.
Our threescore and ten years soon end; who knows thy ways?
Thy word is fearful; teach us to number our days.
Return, O Lord, that we may rejoice; have mercy,
According to the days you punished, save early.
Let your glory show to thy servants, thy beauty
Be upon us; our work by you established be.
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