F C
The days of our age are threescore years and ten,
Dm C
And though men be so strong that they come,
Bb C F Am Dm
To fourscore years, yet is their strength then,
A Bb C Am Bb
But labour and sorrow, so soon passeth it away,
Bb C D F
And we are gone,
F C
And as for me, my feet are almost gone,
Dm Bb C
My treadings are well nigh slipped,
Bb F
But let not the waterflood drown me,
Am Dm E Am C F G
Neither let the deep swallow me up, (swallow me up)
C G
So going through the Vale of Misery,
Dm
I shall use it for a well,
G
Till the pools are filled with water,
Eb Bb
For thou hast made the North and the South,
Cm D G
Tabor and Hermon shall rejoice in thy name.