Naked as from the earth we came,
And crept to life at first,
We to the earth return
And mingled with our dust again.

Dear delights we here enjoy,
In short supply like borrowed toys

'Tis God that lifts our comforts high,
Or sinks them in the grave;
He gives, and, takes away
Let each rebellious murmur die.

Dear delights we here enjoy,
In short supply like borrowed toys
We fondly call to all who rise
That strikes our comforts dead to rights

Be silent at His will,
Its praises shall be spread;
If smiling mercy crowns our lives,
That strikes our comforts dead.

Dear delights we here enjoy,
In short supply like borrowed toys
We fondly call to all who rise
That strikes our comforts dead to rights