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

3 His power subdues our sins,
And his forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.

4 The pity of the Lord,
To those who fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel;
He knows our feeble frame.

Text Information
First Line: My soul, repeat his praise
Title: My Soul, Repeat His Praise
Language: English
Publication Date: 1890
Tune Information
Name: ST. THOMAS
Meter: S. M.
Key: G Major or modal



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