This text comes from The Army and Navy Hymnal, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
MY days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
But thou, O Lord, wilt abide for ever; and thy memorial name unto all generations.
Of old didst thou lay the foundation of the earth; and the heavens are the work of thy hands.
They shall perish, but thou shalt endure;
Yea, all of them shall wax old like a garment; as a vesture shalt thou change them, and they shall be changed;
But thou art the same, and thy years shall have no end.
LORD, thou hast been our dwelling-place in all generations.
Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world,
Even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God.
Thou turnest man to destruction, and sayest, Return, ye children of men.
For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.
Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep:
In the morning they are like grass which groweth up.
In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
So teach us to number our days, that we may get us a heart of wisdom.
Return, O Lord; how long? And let it repent thee concerning thy servants.
Oh satisfy us in the morning with thy lovingkindness, that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.
Make us glad according to the days wherein thou hast afflicted us.
And the years wherein we have seen evil.
Let thy work appear unto thy servants, and thy glory upon their children,
And let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us;
And establish thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish thou it.