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My soul, repeat his praise

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.CIII.II (1816) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 103:7-14 Lyrics: 7 My soul, repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great, Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 8 God will not always chide; And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our crimes. 9 High as the heav'ns are rais'd Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed. 10 His pow'r subdues our sins, And his forgiving love, Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove. 11 The pity of the Lord To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. 12 He knows we are but dust, Scatter'd with ev'ry braeth: His anger like a rising wind Can send us swift to death. 13 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flow'r! If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 14 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Topics: Abounding Compassion of God Languages: English

Abounding Compassion of GOD; or, Mercy in the midst of Judgement

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #CIIId (1780) Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 First Line: My soul, repeat his praise Lyrics: 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 strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. 3 High as the heav'ns are rais'd Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed. 4 His pow'r subdues our sins, And his forgiving love, Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove. 5 The pity of the Lord, To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. 6 He knows we are but dust, Scatter'd with every breath; His anger, like a rising wind, Can send us swift to death. 7 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flow'r; If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 8 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Languages: English

Abounding Compassion of GOD; or, Mercy in the midst of Judgement

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #CIIId (1785) Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 First Line: My soul, repeat his praise Lyrics: 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 strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. 3 High as the heavens are rais'd 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 The pity of the Lord To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. 6 He knows we are but dust, Scatter'd with every breath: His anger like a rising wind Can send us swift to death. 7 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. 8 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Languages: English

My soul, repeat His praise

Hymnal: The Book of Worship #25 (1867) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 103 Lyrics: 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 grace subdues our sins; And His forgiving love Far as the east is from the west Doth all our guilt remove. 5 The pity of the Lord, To those that fear His name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. 6 Our days as are the grass, Or like the morning flower; If one sharp blast sweep o’er the field It withers in an hour. 7 But Thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children’s children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Topics: God the Father Attributes Languages: English

My soul, repeat his praise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #30 (1835) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 Lyrics: My soul, repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great, Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. God will not always chide; And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. High as the heav'ns are raised Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed. His power subdues our sins, And his forgiving love Far as the east is from the west Doth all our guilt remove. The pity of the Lord, To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. He knows we are but dust, Scattered with every breath; His anger, like a rising wind, Can send us swift to death. 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. But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Topics: Goodness of God; God mercy and truth; Mercies and truth of God; Mercies common and special; Afflictions gentle; Angels praise the Lord; Compassion of God; God goodness and mercy; God his universal dominion; Mercies spiritual and temporal Languages: English

My soul repeat his praise

Author: Watts Hymnal: African Methodist Episcopal hymn and tune book #30 (1898) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 103:8-12 Languages: English Tune Title: DEVIZES

My soul, repeat His praise

Author: Dr. Watts Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Original and Selected, for the Use of Christians. (5th ed.) #P36 (1838) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 103 Topics: Abounding Compassion of God; Mercy in the Midst of Judgment Languages: English

My soul, repeat His praise

Author: Watts Hymnal: The Hymn Book of the African Methodist Episcopal Church #56 (1877) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 103:8-12 Topics: Being and Attributes of God Languages: English

God, I'll sing out your praise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: In Melody and Songs #58 (2014) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 103 Lyrics: God, I’ll sing out your praise! Your mercies are so great, your anger is so slow to rise, so ready to abate! The pity that you show to those that love your word, is such as tender parents feel: you love your children, Lord. Your power subdues all sins with your forgiving love; as far the east is from the west is all our guilt removed. Your great compassions, God, endure through timeless years; and children's children ever find your promise ends their fears. Languages: English Tune Title: CARLISLE

God, I'll sing out your praise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: In Melody and Songs #59 (2014) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 103 Lyrics: God, I’ll sing out your praise! Your mercies are so great, your anger is so slow to rise, so ready to abate! The pity that you show to those that love your word, is such as tender parents feel: you love your children, Lord. Your power subdues all sins with your forgiving love; as far the east is from the west is all our guilt removed. Your great compassions, God, endure through timeless years; and children's children ever find your promise ends their fears. Languages: English Tune Title: GARDEN CITY