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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]
My soul, repeat His praise
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
My soul, repeat His praise
My Soul, Repeat His Praise
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Book of Worship #3 (1881) Languages: English Tune Title: HEMINGFORD
My Soul, Repeat His Praise
My soul, repeat his praise
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #30 (1835) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics:
My soul, repeat his praise,
Whose mercies are so great,
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.
God will not always chide;
And when his strokes are felt,
His strokes are fewer than our crimes,
And lighter than our guilt.
High as the heav'ns are raised
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of his grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.
His power subdues our sins,
And his forgiving love
Far as the east is from the west
Doth all our guilt remove.
The pity of the Lord,
To those that fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel;
He knows our feeble frame.
He knows we are but dust,
Scattered with every breath;
His anger, like a rising wind,
Can send us swift to death.
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.
But thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And children's children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.
Topics: Goodness of God; God mercy and truth; Mercies and truth of God; Mercies common and special; Afflictions gentle; Angels praise the Lord; Compassion of God; God goodness and mercy; God his universal dominion; Mercies spiritual and temporal Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 Languages: English
My soul, repeat his praise
My Soul, Repeat His Praise
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Church Hymnal, Mennonite #39 (1927) Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: My soul, repeat His praise Topics: God His Love Scripture: Psalm 108:8-12 Languages: English Tune Title: LOUISVILLE
My Soul, Repeat His Praise
My Soul, Repeat His Praise
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Church Hymnal, Mennonite #39 (2017) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: God His Love Scripture: Psalm 108:8-12 Languages: English Tune Title: LOUISVILLE
My Soul, Repeat His Praise
My Soul, Repeat His Praise
Hymnal: Gospel Hosannas #100 (1898) Languages: English Tune Title: ST. THOMAS
My Soul, Repeat His Praise
My Soul, repeat his Praise
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P103d (1766) 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 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 every 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 sweeps o'er the Field
It withers in an Hour.
8 But thy Compassion, Lord,
To endless Years endure;
And Children's Children ever find
Thy Words of Promise sure. Topics: Afflicted gentle; Angels praise the Lord; Compassion of God; God his universal dominion; God mercy and truth; Goodness of God; Mercies common and special; Mercies spiritual and temporal Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 Languages: English
My Soul, repeat his Praise
My Soul, Repeat His Praise
Hymnal: Ocean Grove Songs #105 (1900) Languages: English Tune Title: ST. THOMAS
My Soul, Repeat His Praise
My Soul, Repeat His Praise
Hymnal: Sermons in Song No. 3 #203 (1901) Languages: English Tune Title: ST. THOMAS
My Soul, Repeat His Praise
My Soul, Repeat His Praise
Author: Isaac Watts (1674-1748) Hymnal: The Christian Hymnary. Bks. 1-4 #235 (1972) Topics: Book One: Hymns, Songs, Chorales; Salvation Forgiveness Scripture: Ephesians 1:7 Languages: English Tune Title: LOTTIE
My Soul, Repeat His Praise
My Soul, Repeat His Praise
Hymnal: The New Living Hymns (Living Hymns No. 2) #422 (1902) Languages: English Tune Title: ST. THOMAS
My Soul, Repeat His Praise
My soul, repeat his praise
Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.CIII.II (1816) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 7 My soul, repeat his praise,
Whose mercies are so great,
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.
8 God will not always chide;
And when his strokes are felt,
His strokes are fewer than our crimes,
And lighter than our crimes.
9 High as the heav'ns are rais'd
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of his grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.
10 His pow'r subdues our sins,
And his forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.
11 The pity of the Lord
To those that fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel;
He knows our feeble frame.
12 He knows we are but dust,
Scatter'd with ev'ry braeth:
His anger like a rising wind
Can send us swift to death.
13 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.
14 But thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And children's children ever find
Thy words of promise sure. Topics: Abounding Compassion of God Scripture: Psalm 103:7-14 Languages: English
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