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 flower 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 covenant keep
The Lord will ever bless;
Their children’s children shall rejoice
To see His righteousness.