
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #56 (1814) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Character and Perfections of God 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.
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My soul, repeat his praise