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My soul, repeat His praise

Author: Watts Hymnal: Church Chorals and Choir Studies #118 (1850) Languages: English Tune Title: [My soul, repeat His praise]

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Hymnal and Order of Service #125 (1901) 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 few 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, Top endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Amen. Topics: Worship Languages: English Tune Title: BARNBY'S HYMNARY, TUNE 525

My Soul, Repeat His Praise

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #293 (1937) 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 few 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. Amen.

My Soul, Repeat His Praise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #293 (1926) 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 few 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. Amen. Topics: Worship Prayer and Praise; A Day of Thanksgiving or a Harvest Festival; Thanksgiving Scripture: Psalm 103 Languages: English Tune Title: BARNBY'S HYMNARY, TUNE 525

My Soul, Repeat His Praise

Hymnal: Living Hymns #422 (1890) 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 High as the heavens are raised Above the ground we tread, 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. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. THOMAS

My Soul, Repeat His Praise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: American Lutheran Hymnal #596 (1930) 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 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: Praise Languages: English Tune Title: ST. THOMAS

My Soul, Repeat His Praise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #4373 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 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 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. Languages: English Tune Title: BEN RHYDDING

My soul, repeat his praise

Hymnal: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #27 (1854) 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. Languages: English Tune Title: AMERICA (Whitmore)

My soul, repeat His praise

Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #3 (1870) 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 or 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 great compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Topics: Public Worship Praise and Adoration; God Benefactor; God long-suffering; God Praise to; Goodness of God praise for; Gratitude for merices; Long-suffering of God; Mercy of God; Praise hymns of genearl praise; Thanksgiving for Providential mercies; Worship hymns of opening Languages: English