Like as a Father

When si­lent falls the gush­ing tear

O’er cheeks grown pale with care;

And on the heart a cross is laid

That seems too hard to bear

Remember what our Lord has said

And trust

in weal or woe

His ho­ly Word

that chang­eth not

Though ut­tered years ago.

Like as a fa­ther pi­ti­eth His child­ren

So the Lord pi­ti­eth them that fear Him

So the Lord pi­ti­eth them that fear Him.

When one by one our trea­sured hopes

Like au­tumn leaves de­cay

And they who made our life most dear

Are borne from us away

O look be­yond the veil of time

Where springs of com­fort flow

And trust His Word

that chang­eth not

Though ut­tered years ago.

The clouds that bode the dark­est hour

The pur­est light may bring;

The heart that mourns its brok­en chords

The sweet­est song may sing;

Though oft a rug­ged path we tread

Yet this one thing we know

God’s ho­ly Word can nev­er change

Though ut­tered years ago.