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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415727" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm XC</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O God, the everlasting One,<br>In Thee alone, from sire to son,<br>Through generations all, our race<br>Hath found a sure abiding place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before the mountains rose from earth,<br>Before the world itself had birth,<br>Ere yet the heav'ns were spread abroad,<br>Thou wast and art eternal God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But man, the creature of Thy breath,<br>Thou humblest to the deeps of death;<br>Few days and sad thou giv'st and then<br>“Return,” Thou say'st, “ye sons of men.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, lo, the space of thousand years<br>To Thine unchanging eye appears<br>As yesterday to mortal sight,<br>When passed, or as a watch of night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As comes a flood on those who sleep,<br>So over man Thy wrath doth sweep.<br>As fades the freshness of the grass,<br>So swiftly doth his vigour pass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As grass at morn he flourisheth;<br>Cut down, at eve he lies in death;<br>Like flame Thy wrath against us burns,<br>And all our life to anguish turns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou our iniquities hast set<br>Before Thy face, unpardon'd yet;<br>Our secret sins, in darkness done,<br>Thy light reveals them ev'ry one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all our days beneath the blast<br>Of Thy consuming wrath are past;<br>Our barren lives from year to year<br>Ev'n as an idle tale appear.<br>In seventy years our race is run,<br>And what if here and there an one,<br>Through greater strength four-score attains<br>He only added sorrow gains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And soon the longest life is o'er,<br>We pass away and are no more.<br> <br>Oh, who Thine anger can express,<br>Thine ire is as Thine awfulness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, teach us so our days to count,<br>That as we mark their small amount,<br>Our hearts we may the more apply<br>To learn Thy wisdom ere we die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Return, Oh God. How long wilt Thou<br>Thy grace withhold? Oh, even now,<br>In mercy hear Thy servant's voice,<br>That all our days we may rejoice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">According as the days have been<br>Wherein we have but sorrow seen,<br>According to our years of ill<br>Do Thou our lives with gladness fill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Give Thou to us Thy works to know;<br>Thy glory to our children show,<br>And on Thy servants let there rest<br>The beauty of the Holiest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To all the work we do on earth<br>Give Thou, O Lord, enduring worth;<br>Yea, that our handwork may endure,<br>Do Thou, Eternal, make it sure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Brunton+Stephens">James Brunton Stephens</a><div class=q>
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In Thee alone, from sire to son,
Through generations all, our race
Hath found a sure abiding place.

Before the mountains rose from earth,
Before the world itself had birth,
Ere yet the heav'ns were spread abroad,
Thou ..."></div>
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