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My soul, repeat His praise

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. #a367 (1895) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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 grace 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. 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. Topics: Christian Life and Hope ; The Walk of Godliness Praise Languages: English

My soul, repeat His praise

Hymnal: The Book of Worship #25 (1867) Meter: 6.6.8.6 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 Scripture: Psalm 103 Languages: English

My soul, repeat his praise

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #36 (1828) Meter: 6.6.8.6 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 heav'ns 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 who fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. 6 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. 7 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Topics: Being and Perfections of God; God's mercy great and eternal

My soul repeat His praise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Sacred Harp #36a (1991) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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. Languages: English Tune Title: AMERICA

My soul, repeat his praise

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #56 (1814) Meter: 6.6.8.6 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 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 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: Character and Perfections of God Languages: English

My soul, repeat His praise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Book of Worship with Hymns and Tunes #73 (1899) Meter: 6.6.8.6 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 who fear His name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. 6 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. 7 But Thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Amen. Topics: Brevity of Life; God Grace of ; God Mercies of; God Patience of; Praise To God Languages: English Tune Title: HEMINGFORD

My soul, repeat His praise

Author: Watts Hymnal: Church Book #74 (1890) Meter: 6.6.8.6 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 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. Topics: God His Goodness; Epiphany, Fifth Sunday; Twenty Second Sunday after Trinity Scripture: Psalm 103 Languages: English Tune Title: HANDEL

My soul, repeat His praise

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #77 (1918) Meter: 6.6.8.6 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 who fear His name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. 6 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. 7 But Thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Topics: Praise Languages: English

My soul, repeat His praise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book #88 (1886) Lyrics: 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 The pity of the Lord, To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. 4 His power subdues our sins; And his forgiving love, Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our gilt remove. Topics: Worship Attributes and Providence of God Tune Title: EL KADER

My soul, repeat His praise

Author: Watts Hymnal: Hymn Book #99 (1884) Lyrics: 1 My soul, repeat His praise, Whose mercies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to raise, 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 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 are as 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: Praise and Thanksgiving Languages: English