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Verbum Dominī Manet in Aeternum by Rose MacPherson

The grass will wither and the flowers fade,
And each man dies who out of dust was made.
Man, by his sin entrapped, will soon decay,
And never can he reach eternal day.
No man is holy; each deserved his death
Before he yet had breathed an infant breath.
Shall each man now despair and curse his lot,
And think his Maker His own child forgot?
Nay! God Himself of mortal flesh partook;
In love for sinners, He His throne forsook.
The Word made flesh dwelt with us so that we
Might live and have new life abundantly,
Grace will not flee as earthly treasures do,
For God’s sure Word endureth ever true.