7 The mighty God, the wise, and just, Knows that our frame is feeble dust; And will no heavy loads impose Beyond the strength that he bestows.
8 He knows how soon our nature dies, Blasted by every wind that flies; Like grass we spring, and die as soon, Or morning flowers that fade at noon.
9 But his eternal love is sure To all the saints, and shall endure: From age to age his truth shall reign, Nor children's children hope in vain.