|Naked as from the earth we came,|
And entered life at first;
Naked we to the earth return,
And mix with kindred dust.
Whatever we fondly call our own,
Belongs to heaven's great Lord;
The blessings lent us for a day,
Are soon to be restored.
'Tis God that lifts our comforts high,
Or sinks them in the grave;
He gives; and when He takes away,
He takes but what He gave.
Then, ever blessed be His name,
His goodness swelled our store;
His justice but resumes its own;
'Tis ours still to adore.