11. For as the heaven in its heightthe earth surmounteth far;So great to those that do him fearhis tender mercies are:
12. As far as east is distant fromthe west, so far hath heFrom us removed, in his love,all our iniquity.
13. Such pity as a father hathunto his children dear;Like pity shews the Lord to suchas worship him in fear.
14. For he remembers we are dust,and he our frame well knows.
15. Frail man, his days are like the grass,as flow'r in field he grows:
16. For over it the wind doth pass,and it away is gone;And of the place where once it wasit shall no more be known.