Naked As From The Earth We Came

Peace, all our angry passions, then;

The dear delights we here enjoy,

If smiling Mercy crown our lives,

'Tis God that lifts our comforts high,

Naked as from the earth we came,

Or sinks them in the grave;

Let each rebellious sigh

Its praises shall be spread,

And fondly call our own,

And crept to life at first,

He gives, and, blessed be his name!

We to the earth return again,

Are but short favors borrowed now,

Be silent at his sovereign will,

And we'll enjoy the Justice too

And ev'ry murmur die.

To be repaid anon.

And mingle with our dust.

He takes but what he gave.

That strikes our comforts dead.