Psalter 278

Verse 1
The tender love a father has
For all his children dear,
Such love the Lord bestows on them
Who worship Him in fear.

Verse 2
The Lord remembers we are dust,
And all our frailty knows;
Man's days are like the tender grass,
And as the flow'r he grows.

Verse 3
The flow'r is withered by the wind
That smites with blighting breath;
So man is quickly swept away
Before the blast of death.

Verse 4
Unchanging is the love of God,
From age to age the same,
Displayed to all who do His will
And reverence His Name.

Verse 5
Those who His gracious covenant keep
The Lord will ever bless;
Their children's children shall rejoice
To see His righteousness.

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