Words: The Psalter, 1912, alt.

Music: Isaac B. Woodbury

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God, our Father, knows our frailty,
He the Lord in whom we trust;
He whose years are everlasting,
He remembers we are dust.

Man is like the tender flower,
and His days are like the grass,
withered where it quickly flourished
by the summer winds that pass.

Changeless is Jehovah's mercy
unto those who fear His name,
from eternity abiding
to eternity the same.

All the faithful to His promise
shall behold His righteousness;
He will be their strength and refuge,
and their children's children bless.