25 Of old hast thou founded the earth, and the heavens are the work of thy hands: 26 *They* shall perish, but *thou* continuest; and all of them shall grow old as a garment: as a vesture shalt thou change them, and they shall be changed. 27 But thou art the Same, and thy years shall have no end.
Quickly the moments flee,
Passing away;
One thousand years to Thee
Are as one day.
Changeless Thy majesty,
Wondrous Thy Name;
Through all eternity
Thou art the Same!