O My Goddess!

Father-like, God tends and spares us,

Well our feeble frame he knows;

Mother-like, God gently bears us,

Rescues us from all our foes.

Alleluia, alleluia! Widely yet God’s mercy flows.

Go HERE for more (e.g., On Turkey’s Wings: “I will raise you up on turkey’s wings, la de da and la de da”).

Et cetera.