God, I’ll sing out your praise!
Your mercies are so great,
your anger is so slow to rise,
so ready to abate!
The pity that you show
to those that love your word,
is such as tender parents feel:
you love your children, Lord.
Your power subdues all sins
with your forgiving love;
as far the east is from the west
is all our guilt removed.
Your great compassions, God,
endure through timeless years;
and children's children ever find
your promise ends their fears.
|First Line:||God, I'll sing out your praise|
|Author:||Isaac Watts (1719, alt. 2013)|
|Source:||Psalm 103, 2nd Part, alt.|