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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: 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
My soul, repeat his praise
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
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
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