|Yahweh remembers we are dust,|
And He our frame well knows,
Frail man, his days are like the grass
As flower in field he grows:
For over it the wind doth pass,
And it away is gone;
And of the place where once it was
It shall no more be known.
But unto them that do Him fear
God's mercy never ends;
And to their children's children still
His righteousness extends:
To such as keep His covenant.
And mindful are alway
Of His most just commandments all,
That they may them obey.