Third PART

My Strength he weaken'd in the Way; And of my Life cut short the Day. I said, my God, let not my Sun. In Darkness, set, while yet 'tis Noon; Thy Years, no run of Time can waste, Which thro' all endless Ages last. Thou first the Earth's Foundations laid; The Heav'ns are Works thine Hands have made. They perish shall, but thou shalt last; They all, like Robes, decay, and waste; Thou as a Vest shalt change them all; And, at thy Word, be chang'd they shall. But thou the same do'st still remain; No Bounds thy endless Years restrain. Thy Servants Race shall yet reside; Their Seed, before Thee, fix'd abide.