74. My soul, repeat His praise

1 My soul, repeat His praise,
Whose mercies are so great;
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.

2 God will not always chide;
And, when His wrath is felt,
His strokes are fewer than our crimes,
And lighter than our guilt.

3 High as the heavens are raised
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of His grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.

4 His power subdues our sins;
And His forgiving Love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.

5 Our days are as the grass,
Or like the morning flower;
If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,
It withers in an hour.

6 But Thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And children's children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.

Text Information
First Line: My soul, repeat His praise
Author: Watts (1719)
Meter: S. M.
Publication Date: 1868
Topic: God: His Goodness; Epiphany, Fifth Sunday; Twenty Second Sunday after Trinity
Notes: Alternate tune #110 or #329
Tune Information
Meter: S. M.
Key: G Major
Notes: Composer from index: G. F. Handel, d. 1759

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