As Moses was, we too are swept away in death, but the Lord is our dwelling place through all generations.

Scripture: Psalm 90

ESV Text: Psalm 90


KJV Text:

KJV Text (alt. audio): Chapter 90:

     1 A Prayer of Moses the man of God. LORD, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations. 2 Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God. 3 Thou turnest man to destruction; and sayest, Return, ye children of men. 4 For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night. 5 Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up. 6 In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.

     7 For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled. 8 Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance. 9 For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told. 10 The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away. 11 Who knoweth the power of thine anger? even according to thy fear, so is thy wrath.

     12 So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. 13 Return, O LORD, how long? and let it repent thee concerning thy servants. 14 O satisfy us early with thy mercy; that we may rejoice and be glad all our days. 15 Make us glad according to the days wherein thou hast afflicted us, and the years wherein we have seen evil. 16 Let thy work appear unto thy servants, and thy glory unto their children. 17 And let the beauty of the LORD our God be upon us: and establish thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish thou it.(KJV)


Hymn: TLH 601:
All Men Living Are but Mortal

Hymnary.org — Organ Audio

1. All men Iiving are but mortal, 
Yea, all flesh must fade as grass; 
Only through death’s gloomy portal 
To eternal Iife we pass. 
This frail body here must perish 
Ere the heavenly joys it cherish, 
Ere it gain the free reward 
For the ransomed of the Lord. 

2. Therefore, when my God doth choose it, 
Willingly I’ll yield my Iife 
Nor will grieve that I should lose it, 
For with sorrows it was rife. 
In my dear Redeemer’s merit 
Peace hath found my troubled spirit, 
And in death my comfort this: 
Jesus’ death my source of bliss. 

3. Jesus for my sake desended 
My salvation to obtain: 
Death and hell for me are ended, 
Peace and hope are now my gain; 
Yea’ with joy I leave earth’s sadness 
For the home of heavenly gladness, 
Where I shall forever see 
God, the Holy Trinity. 

4. There is joy beyond our telling, 
Where so many saints have gone; 
Thousands, thousands, there are dwelling, 
Worshiping before the throne, 
There the Seraphim are shining, 
Evermore in chorus joining: 
“Holy, holy, holy, Lord! 
Triune God, for aye adored!” 

5. Patriarchs of sacred story 
And the prophets there are found; 
The apostles, too, in glory 
On twelve seats are there enthroned 
All the saints that have ascended 
Age on age, through time extended, 
There in blissful concert sing 
Hallelujahs to their King. 

6. O Jerusalem, how glorious 
Dost thou shine, thou city fair! 
Lo, I hear the tones victorious 
Ever sweetly sounding there. 
Oh, the bliss that there surprises! 
Lo, the sun of morn now rises, 
And the breaking day I see 
That shall never end for me. 

7. Yea, I see what here was told me, 
See that wondrous glory shine, 
Feel the spotless robes enfold me, 
Know a golden crown is mine. 
Thus before the throne so glorious 
Now I stand a soul victorious, 
Gazing on that joy for aye 
That shall never pass away. 


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