1 The mountains and valleys may sink and decay,
God never forgets,
And time with its restless wings onward may flee,
Measuring cycles on cycles to be,
Till he dips his grey plume in eternity's sea,
God never forgets.
2 And youth with its buoyant hope painting the sky,
God never forgets,
May furl its bright pinions all bleeding and torn,
Crushed to the earth by a proud world's deep scorn,
And die like a star at the rising of morn,
God never forgets.
3 Old age, with its silver hair rev'rend with years,
God never forgets,
In the cold vale of sorrow may pillow its head,
Pray for the dying and weep for the dead;
It drops from life's stage like a tear that is shed,
God never forgets.
4 Come, then, ye that weep at the close of the day,
God never forgets,
Yes, come with your bonds, and your cross, and your tears,
Come with your blighted hopes, cherished for years,
Come, banish forebodings and bury your fears,
God never forgets.
Source: New Sacred Quartettes for Male, Female and Mixed Voices #31