1 The tender love a father has
for all his children dear,
such love the Lord bestows on them
who worship him in fear.
2 The Lord remembers we are dust,
and all our frailty knows;
man’s days are like the tender grass,
and as the flower he grows.
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.
4 Unchanging is the love of God,
from age to age the same,
displayed to all who do his will
and reverence his name.
5 Those who his gracious cov’nant keep
the Lord will ever bless;
their children’s children shall rejoice
to see his righteousness.