Tune: Melcombe
('New every morning is the love')
Psalm 103 v13-18
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Like as a father pities his
Children, so the Lord, true is this
Pities them that fear Him, for He
Knows our frame, and that dust we be
He remembers this, for He made
Human constitution displayed
As for mankind, their days are grass
Here for a short while, then they pass
As flowers of field they flourish
And daily food does them nourish
Then wind passes ovet, and bloes
Here man no permanent place knows
Gone, forgotten, remembered not
But the Lord, He a steadfast lot
His mercy is from e'erlasting
To e'erlasting, strength He does bring
His mercy to them that Him fear
And His righteousness to them near
Even to children's children, they
Keep His covenant, Him obeys
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Author:
orchidee (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8.8.8.8.
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Comments2
well written. Your poem centers on God's compassion and mercy toward humanity, emphasizing His understanding of human frailty and life's transience.
Great read
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