Withering as Grass Is Humankind

Withering as grass is hu­man­kind

And fleet­ing as the short lived flow­er;

The good­li­ness to­day we find

Tomorrow fades

and is no more.

Man

fool­ish man

his vir­tue shows

Which for a m­oment charms our eyes;

The sin-con­vinc­ing Spir­it blows

Withers the flow­er

and fades

and dies.

Die the gay flow­er of hu­man pride:

The Word of God shall stand se­cure;

The Word of God shall still abide

And firm from age to age en­dure.

Sion

as­cend the mount­ain top

Jerusalem

the grace pro­claim;

Herald of God

thy voice lift up

And strong­ly shout the Sav­ior’s name.

Good tid­ings show to Ju­dah’s race

Publish through­out the earth abroad

Good tid­ings of re­deem­ing grace

And cry to all

Be­hold your God!

Behold

the Lord your God shall come

And bow the world to His com­mand;

His out­stretched arm shall make Him room:

Who can His out­stretched arm with­stand?

Lo! an exc­eed­ing great re­ward

Himself

to hum­bled souls He gives;

He fills whom first He has pre­pared

And all in all for ev­er lives.

Shepherd of souls

His ten­der care

Shall kind­ly for His flock pro­vide;

The lambs He in His arms shall bear

And sweet­ly in His bo­som hide.

His sheep He shall pro­tect

and feed

Bind up the maimed

sup­port the weak;

The great with young shall gent­ly lead

And seek the lost

and heal the sick.