The Book of Worship ‎#25

25. My soul, repeat His praise

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.

Text Information

• First Line: My soul, repeat His praise
• Meter: S. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1867
• Scripture:
  Psalm 103
• Topic: God the Father: Attributes

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