O God from all generations

Thou art our rest and shelter too;

Ere the world and this earth were made,

Thy love is high above the sky.

Thou reigneth ere the world exist,

Before the creation of men;

Thy Kingdom shall to ever be

Until that time the world shall end.

Death sweeps us away like river,

The world exist in vanity;

Like rays of sun in the morning,

Cut and withered in the evening.

O let us know our wicknesses

And farther our days here on earth,

Until we are prepaid for death

By sanctification of grace.