On Sunday

From the hymn Praise My Soul, the King of Heaven. Listen here.

Frail as summer’s flower we flourish,
Blows the wind and it is gone;
But while mortals rise and perish,
God endures unchanging on.
Praise him! Praise him!
Praise the High Eternal One.

Father-like he tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame he knows;
In his hands he gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes;
Praise him! Praise him!
Widely as his mercy goes.

Find all five verses of Praise My Soul the King of Heaven here.

…the hymn is a spectacular piece of praise rhetoric. It compresses a great deal into its five stanzas, and combines a powerful statement of God’s grandeur as the king of heaven with a recognition of his tenderness to frail humanity.
From the Canterbury Dictionary of Hymnology

Photos from my garden by my cousin, Susan Bell.