It Is the Lord Our Savior’s Hand

It is the Lord our Sav­ior’s hand

Weakens our strength amidst the race;

Disease and death at His com­mand

Arrest us

and cut short our days.

Spare us

O Lord

aloud we pray

Nor let our sun go down at noon;

Thy years are one eter­nal day

And must Thy child­ren die so soon?

Yet in the midst of death and grief

This thought our sor­row should as­suage:

Our Fa­ther and our Sav­ior live;

Christ is the same through ev­ery age.

’Twas He this earth’s foun­da­tions laid;

Heav’n is the build­ing of His hand;

This earth grows old

these heav’ns shall fade

And all be changed at His com­mand.

The star­ry cur­tains of the sky

Like gar­ments shall be laid aside;

But still Thy throne stands firm and high

Thy Church for ev­er must abide.

Before Thy face Thy Church shall live

And on Thy throne Thy child­ren reign;

This dy­ing world they shall sur­vive

And the dead saints be raised again.