Flowers That Grow in Beauty

We fade and die like flowers that grow in beauty,
Like tender grass that soon will disappear;
But evermore the love of God is changeless,
Still shown to those who look to him in fear.

Bless him for ever, wondrous in might,
Bless him, his servants that in his will delight.

From Psalm 103, The Psalter, 1912; stanza 4 and refrain from hymn #10 in the original Trinity Hymnal.

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