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Text: | He knows |
1 The pity of the Lord,
To those that fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel;
He knows our feeble frame.
2 He knows we are but dust,
Scattered with every breath;
His anger, like a rising wind,
Can send us swift to death.
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.
4 But thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And children's children ever find
Thy word of promise sure.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | The pity of the Lord |
Title: | He knows |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1881 |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |