Like as a mother comforteth
O words of gentle worth!
So will I comfort you, declares
The Lord of all the earth.

He bends in faithful watchfulness;
He slumbers not nor sleeps;
Above His trusting child the Lord
A constant vigil keeps.

He patient is, as mothers are
Who love their children well;
Our faults and failings He forgives;
His mercies—who can tell!

Like as a mother, grant, O God,
This likeness e’er may be
A holy symbol to declare
The love that dwells in Thee.