 | George Whitefield - 1758 - 208 trang
...Grace ; Our highefl Thoughts exceed.. The Pity of the Lord, To thofe that fear his Name* Is fuch as tender Parents feel : He knows our feeble Frame. Our Days are as the Grafs, Or like the Morning Flower ; If one fharp Blaft fweep o'er the Field,, It withers in an Hour.... | |
 | Choice collection - 1776 - 566 trang
...grace Our higheft thoughts exceed. > The pity of the Lord, To thofe that fear his name, Is fuch as tender parents feel : He knows our feeble frame. Our days are as the grafs, Or like the morning flower; If one fharp blaft-fweeps o'er the field, It withers in an hour.... | |
 | Henry Peckwell - 1785 - 242 trang
...Grace ; Our higheft Thoughts exceed. The Pity of the LORD, To thofe that fear his Name, Is fuch as tender Parents feel ; He knows our feeble Frame. Our Days are as the Grafs, — PJa, 90. 5. Or like the Morning Flow'r ; Jf one fharp Blaft fweep o'er the Field It withers... | |
 | 1787 - 112 trang
...grace, Our higheft thoughts exceed. 2 The pity of the Lord, To thofe that fear his name, Is fuch as tender parents feel, He knows our feeble frame ; • Our days are as the grafs, Or like the morning flow'r : If one fharp blaft fweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour.... | |
 | 1802 - 448 trang
...rising wind Can send us swift to death. 7. Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flow r ; If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field It withers in an hour. t. But thy compassions Lord To endless years endure, j» And children's children ever find Thy words... | |
 | 1812 - 312 trang
...LORD ! To those who fear thy name, Is such as tender parents feel ; Thou know'st our feeble frame. 5. Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower;...blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 6. But thy compassions, LORD ! To endless years endure; And ages yet unborn, shall find Thy promis'd... | |
 | 1812 - 76 trang
...highest thoughts excel. The pity of the Lord To those, who fear His name, Is such as tender pai en ts feel; He knows our feeble frame. - Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flow'r ; If one sharp blast sweep o'er die field, It withers in an hour. But Thy compassions, Lord,... | |
 | Isaac Watts - 1813 - 574 trang
...rising wind, Can send us swift to death, т Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flow'r; If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 8 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure ; And children s children ever find Thy words... | |
 | Isaac Watts - 1818 - 1100 trang
...hnt dust, Seauer'd with trery hreath ; His anger, like a rising wind, Can send us swift to denth. 7 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower ! If one sharp hlast sweep o'er the field, It withers in ua hour. 5 Bnt thy eompassions, Lord, To rndless years endure... | |
 | Isaac Watts - 1818 - 612 trang
...his name., Is such as tender parents feel ; He knows our feeble frame. 6 He knows ive are bat dust, If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 8 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure ; And children's children ever find Thy words... | |
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Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower ; If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, -. It withers in an hour. 6 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure ; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. 
