Lord you have been our refuge strong, from generations past;
our shelter and our dwelling place, as long as earth shall last.
Before you called the mountains forth, or formed the earth and sky,
you are from age to age The Lord.
Our times are in your hands, O Lord; at your command we turn to dust;
but Lord in you we trust.
A thousand years are in your sight like yesterday that’s past.
At day break it is but a dream, it’s hours like withered grass;
it springs up in the morning, yet when evening comes is parched and dry;
so all things living die.
At your behest they are renewed; you nourish us with life and food
and good things from your hand.
If you should show your anger Lord, our lives would surely end;
give vent, O Lord, to righteous wrath, and we are overwhelmed.
You know our secret sins, O Lord, for all to you is light and plain.
Before you who can stand?
Our days pass swiftly all our years come to their end, just like a sigh!
How quickly, Lord, we die.
© Berj Topalian 1992