Charles William Hempel - Thou turnest man, O Lord, to dust - текст песни (слова)

Thou turnest man, O Lord, to dust,
 Of which he first was made,
 And when thou speak'st the word, 'return',
 'Tis instantly obey'd.
 For in thy sight a thousand years
 Are like a day that's past,
 Or like a watch in dead of night,
 Whose hours unminded waste. 
 
 Thou sweep'st us off as with a flood,
 We vanish hence like dreams;
 At first we grow like grass that feels
 The sun's reviving beams:
 But howsoever fresh and fair
 Its morning beauty shows,
 'Tis all cut down and wither'd quite
 Before the evening close.