19 It is the Lord our Saviour’s hand,
Weakens our strength amidst the race;
Disease and death at his command
Arrest us and cut short our days.

20 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray,
Nor let our sun go down at noon;
Thy years are one eternal day,
And must thy children die so soon?

21 Yet in the midst of death and grief
This thought our sorrow should assuage,
"Our Father and our Saviour live;
Christ is the same thro' ev'ry age.

22 ’Twas he this earth’s foundation laid;
Heav’n is the building of his hand;
This earth grows old, these heav’ns shall fade;
And all be chang'd at his command.

23 The starry curtains of the sky,
Like garments, shall be laid aside;
But still thy throne stands firm and high;
Thy church for ever must abide.

24 Before thy face thy church shall live,
And on thy throne thy children reign;
This dying world they shall survive,
And the dead saints be rais'd again.