| Text: | My soul repeat His praise |
| Tune: | AMERICA |
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 heav’ns are raised, Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of His grace, Our highest thoughts exceed. 3 His pow’r subdues our sins, And His forgiving love, Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove.
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| First Line: | My soul repeat His praise |
| Publication Date: | 1960 |
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| Name: | AMERICA |