Mindful of our hu­man frail­ty
Is the God 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 late­ly flour­ished
By the blight­ing 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 co­ve­nant
Shall be­hold His right­eous­ness;
He will be their strength and re­fuge
And their child­ren’s child­ren bless.