Meditate, all peoples living, Meditate, O world entire: From the dust the Lord has formed you, To the dust He will restore you— So declares the Creator. Like the grass upon the meadow That will blossom in the morning, But when evening shadows gather All its beauty fades away and soon is gone. Chorus: But all who trust in Jesus Christ Are remembered in God’s heart, And eternal life will then be theirs When we reach the heights of Zion. A brand‑new hymn they will proclaim Before the throne of the supreme King, And the Lord Himself will guide them there, Oh how lovely everything will be. All our years are swiftly passing, Like our thoughts that race within us; All our life becomes a story Filled with bitterness and sorrow, Filled with trials we must follow. All our days are brief and fleeting, They will vanish like a dream does; Time is short and quickly fading, And the hours become so heavy That they make us deeply sigh. Chorus: But all who trust in Jesus Christ Are remembered in God’s heart, And eternal life will then be theirs When we reach the heights of Zion. A brand‑new hymn they will proclaim Before the throne of the supreme King, And the Lord Himself will guide them there, Oh how lovely everything will be. Glory to God, hallelujah. Glory to Jesus, amen. Glory to the Holy Spirit. Hallelujah, amen.
