Psalm 144 Part 2

Lord, what is man, poor feeble man, Born of the earth at first? His life a shadow, light and vain, Still hasting to the dust.

O what is feeble, dying man, Or any of his race, That God should make it his concern To visit him with ?

That God who darts his lightnings down, Who shakes the worlds above, And mountains tremble at his frown, How wondrous is his love!