the one hundred and third psalm.
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Like as a tender father bends
With pity o'er his child,
To humble hearts he condescends
To be thus reconciled.
With pity o'er his child,
To humble hearts he condescends
To be thus reconciled.
Then let us praise his holy name:
Our Father, kind as just,
He knows his children's feeble frame,
Remembers we are dust.
Our Father, kind as just,
He knows his children's feeble frame,
Remembers we are dust.
The days of man are like the grass,
And like a flower he blooms:
The evening winds that o'er it pass,
Shall waft its last perfume.
And like a flower he blooms:
The evening winds that o'er it pass,
Shall waft its last perfume.
But God's eternal, boundless love
From everlasting stands:
His mercy children's children prove,
Who follow his commands.
From everlasting stands:
His mercy children's children prove,
Who follow his commands.
His throne is in the heavens on high;
He hath prepared it there;
His kingdom,—earth, and sea, and sky:
He reigneth everywhere.
He hath prepared it there;
His kingdom,—earth, and sea, and sky:
He reigneth everywhere.
All ye, his angels, bless the Lord!
Ye who in strength excel,
Who hearken to his holy word,
And in his presence dwell.
Ye who in strength excel,
Who hearken to his holy word,
And in his presence dwell.
