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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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