1 The Lord abounds with tender love, And unexampled acts of grace: His waken'd wrath doth slowly move, His willing mercy flows apace.
2 God will not always harshly chide, But with his anger quickly part; And loves his punishments to guide, More by his love than our desert.
3 As high as heav'n its arch extends Above this little spot of clay, So much his boundless love transcends The small respects that we can pay.
4 As far as 'tis from east to west, So far has he our sins remov'd; Who with a father's tender breast, Has such as fear him always lov'd.
Source: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Publick Worship #P.XXVIII