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My soul, repeat His praise Whose mercies are so

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Laudes Domini #867 (1884) Languages: English

My soul! repeat his praise

Hymnal: Church Melodies #869 (1858) Languages: English

Abounding Compassion of God; or, Mercy in the midst of Judgment

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #181b (1786) First Line: My soul, repeat his praise 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 heavens 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 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 flower! If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 8 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Topics: Afflictions gentle; Angels praise the Lord; Compassion of God; God goodness and mercy; God his universal dominion; God mercy and truth; Goodness of God; Mercies common and special; Mercies spiritual and temporal; Afflictions gentle; Angels praise the Lord; Compassion of God; God goodness and mercy; 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

Abounding Compassion of God; or, Mercy in the midst of Judgment

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #181b (1790) First Line: My soul, repeat his praise 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 heavens 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 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 flower! If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 8 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Topics: Afflictions gentle; Angels praise the Lord; Compassion of God; God goodness and mercy; God his universal dominion; God mercy and truth; Goodness of God; Mercies common and special; Mercies spiritual and temporal; Afflictions gentle; Angels praise the Lord; Compassion of God; God goodness and mercy; 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

Abounding Compassion of God; or, Mercy in the midst of Judgement

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #193 (1786) First Line: My soul, repeat his praise 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 heavens 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 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 flower! If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 8 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Topics: Afflictions gentle; Angels praise the Lord; Compassion of God; God goodness and mercy; God his universal dominion; God mercy and truth; Goodness of God; Mercies common and special; Mercies spiritual and temporal; Afflictions gentle; Angels praise the Lord; Compassion of God; God goodness and mercy; 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

Abounding Compassion of God; or, Mercy in the midst of Judgement

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #193 (1787) First Line: My soul, repeat his praise 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 heavens 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 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 flower! If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 8 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Topics: Afflictions gentle; Angels praise the Lord; Compassion of God; God goodness and mercy; God his universal dominion; God mercy and truth; Goodness of God; Mercies common and special; Mercies spiritual and temporal; Afflictions gentle; Angels praise the Lord; Compassion of God; God goodness and mercy; 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

Psalm 103 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.227 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: My soul, repeat his praise 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

Abounding Compassion of GOD; or, Mercy in the midst of Judgement

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #CIIId (1780) First Line: My soul, repeat his praise 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 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 sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 8 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 Languages: English

Abounding Compassion of GOD; or, Mercy in the midst of Judgement

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #CIIId (1785) First Line: My soul, repeat his praise 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 heavens 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 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 flower! If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 8 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 Languages: English

God's Mercy great and eternal

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #16 (1845) Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: My soul, repeat his praise 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 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: Of God The Being and Perfections of God Languages: English