The Tender Love a Father Has

The ten­der love a fa­ther has

For all his child­ren dear

Such love the Lord be­stows on them

Who wor­ship Him in fear.

The Lord re­mem­bers we are dust

And all our frail­ty knows;

Man’s days are like the ten­der grass

And as the flow­er he grows.

The flow­er is wi­thered by the wind

That smites with blight­ing breath;

So man is quick­ly swept away

Before the blast of death.

Unchanging is the love of God

From age to age the same

Displayed to all who do His will

And rev­er­ence His name.

Those who His gra­cious co­ve­nant keep

The Lord will ev­er bless;

Their child­ren’s child­ren shall re­joice

To see His right­eous­ness.