Tune: Song 46
('Drop, drop, slow tears')
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Like as a father pities his children
So the LORD pities the children of men
Pities them that fear Him, He knows our frame
Remembers we are dust, and knows our name
As for man, his days they be as the grass
They a brief span on this earth, they soon pass
Man as a flower of field does flourish
Wind blows on it, man gone, each thought, each wish
Then man's place gone, forgotten, is no more
But the LORD's mercy abides ever sure
It be from e'erlasting to e'erlasting
Upon them that fear Him, Him praises bring
His righteousness be to children's children
Endures through each generation of men
'Tis to those that His covenant do keep
And that do His commands. they be His sheep
The LORD His throne in heaven has prepared
His kingdom rules o'er all, it with us shared
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: August 28th, 2020 01:57
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 10.10. metre.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
An inspiring read Orchi.
Thanks Fay.
Good one Orchi.
Thanks Gold.
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