107. He knows

1 The pity of the Lord,
To those that fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel;
He knows our feeble frame.

2 He knows we are but dust,
Scattered with every breath;
His anger, like a rising wind,
Can send us swift to death.

3 Our days are like the grass
Or like the morning flower,
If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,
It withers in an hour.

4 But thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And children's children ever find
Thy word of promise sure.

Text Information
First Line: The pity of the Lord
Title: He knows
Language: English
Publication Date: 1881
Tune Information
(No tune information)



Suggestions or corrections? Contact us