The pity of the Lord

Verse 1

The pity of the Lord, To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame.

Verse 2

He knows we are but dust, Scattered with every breath; His anger, like a rising wind, Can send us swift to death.

Verse 3

Our days are like the grass Or like the morning flower, If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour.

Verse 4

But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy word of promise sure.