A mother may forgetful be,

For human love is frail;

But thy Creator’s love to thee,

O Zion! can not fail.

2 No! thy dear name engraven stands,

In characters of love,

On thy almighty Father’s hands,

And never shall remove.

3 Before his ever watchful eye

Thy mournful state appears;

And every groan, and every sigh,

Divine compassion hears.

4 O Zion! learn to doubt no more,

Be every fear suppressed;

Unchanging truth, and love, and power,

Dwell in thy Saviour’s breast.