Or heaven and earth in order stood—
Before the birth of ancient time,
From everlasting thou art God.
2 A thousand ages, in their flight,
With thee are as a fleeting day;
Past, present, future, to thy sight
At once their various scenes display.
3 But our brief life’s a shadowy dream,
A passing thought, that soon is o’er,
That fades with morning’s earliest beam,