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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

Author: Watts Hymnal: Church Chorals and Choir Studies #118 (1850) Languages: English Tune Title: [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

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Book of Worship #3 (1881) Languages: English Tune Title: HEMINGFORD

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

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

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

Hymnal: Gospel Hosannas #100 (1898) Languages: English Tune Title: ST. THOMAS

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

Hymnal: Ocean Grove Songs #105 (1900) Languages: English Tune Title: ST. THOMAS

My Soul, Repeat His Praise

Hymnal: Sermons in Song No. 3 #203 (1901) Languages: English Tune Title: ST. THOMAS

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

Hymnal: The New Living Hymns (Living Hymns No. 2) #422 (1902) Languages: English Tune Title: ST. THOMAS

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

My soul, repeat His praise

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. #a367 (1895) 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

Hymnal: The Book of Worship #25 (1867) 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 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. Topics: God the Father Attributes Scripture: Psalm 103 Languages: English

My soul, repeat his praise

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #36 (1828) 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 heav'ns 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: Being and Perfections of God; God's mercy great and eternal

My soul repeat His praise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Sacred Harp #36a (1991) 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 pow’r subdues our sins, And His forgiving love, Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove. Languages: English Tune Title: AMERICA

My soul, repeat his praise

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #56 (1814) 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 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. Topics: Character and Perfections of God Languages: English

My soul, repeat His praise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Book of Worship with Hymns and Tunes #73 (1899) 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. Amen. Topics: Brevity of Life; God Grace of ; God Mercies of; God Patience of; Praise To God Languages: English Tune Title: HEMINGFORD

My soul, repeat His praise

Author: Watts Hymnal: Church Book #74 (1890) 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 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. Topics: God His Goodness; Epiphany, Fifth Sunday; Twenty Second Sunday after Trinity Scripture: Psalm 103 Languages: English Tune Title: HANDEL

My soul, repeat His praise

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymn-book #77 (1918) 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: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book #88 (1886) 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 The pity of the Lord, To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. 4 His power subdues our sins; And his forgiving love, Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our gilt remove. Topics: Worship Attributes and Providence of God Tune Title: EL KADER

My soul, repeat His praise

Author: Watts Hymnal: Hymn Book #99 (1884) Lyrics: 1 My soul, repeat His praise, Whose mercies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to raise, 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 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 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 and Thanksgiving Languages: English

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

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