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My soul, repeat his praise

Hymnal: Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #223 (1790) 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 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 ev'ry 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. Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 Languages: English

My soul, repeat His praise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Common Service Book of the Lutheran Church #306 (1917) 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. Amen. Topics: The Christian Life Prayer, Praise and Thanksgiving Languages: English Tune Title: DURHAM

My Soul, repeat His praise

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #320 (1893) 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: Watts Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #323 (1873) 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 treat; 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. 5 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower; If one sharp blast sweeps 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: General Praise; Mercy in the Midst of Judgment Scripture: Numbers 14:18

My soul, repeat His praise

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal #367 (1880) 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

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #367a (1908) 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; Christian Life and Hope The Walk of Godliness: Praise Languages: English Tune Title: ST. THOMAS

My soul, repeat His praise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran hymnal #367b (1908) 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 Tune Title: BARNBY'S HYMNARY, TUNE 525