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