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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) Topics: Compassion of God; Compassion of God 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

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

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #181b (1790) Topics: Compassion of God; Compassion of God 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

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) Topics: Compassion of God; Compassion of God 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

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

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #193 (1787) Topics: Compassion of God; Compassion of God 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

Good is the Lord, and Full of Kind Compassion

Hymnal: Psalter Hymnal (Red) #216 (1934) Meter: 11.10.11.10 D Topics: Compassion of God First Line: Good is the Lord and full of kind compassion Lyrics: 1 Good is the Lord and full of kind compassion, Most slow to anger, plenteous in love; Rich is His grace to all that humbly seek Him, Boundless and endless as the heavens above. His love is like a father's to his children, Tender and kind to all who fear His Name; For well He knows our weakness and our frailty, He knows that we are dust, He knows our frame. 2 We fade and die like flowers that grow in beauty, Like tender grass that soon will disappear; But evermore the love of God is changeless, Still shown to those who look to Him in fear. High in the heavens His throne is fixed forever, His kingdom rules o'er all from pole to pole; Bless ye the Lord through all His wide dominion, Bless His most holy Name, O thou my soul. Scripture: Psalm 103 Languages: English Tune Title: LONDONDERRY

Abounding Compassion of God; or Mercy in the Midst of Judgment

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #185 (1740) Topics: Compassion of God 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 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 sweep 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. Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 Languages: English

Infinite compassion

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Hymnal of the Methodist Episcopal Church #172 (1891) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: God Compassion of First Line: My soul, repeat His praise Scripture: Psalm 103:8-12 Languages: English

God's gentle Chastisement; or, his tender Mercy to his People

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.) #180 (1786) Topics: Compassion of God; Compassion of God First Line: The Lord, how wondrous are his ways Lyrics: 1 The Lord, how wondrous are his ways! How firm his truth! how large his grace! He takes his mercy for his throne, And thence he makes his glories known. 2 Not half so high his power hath spread The starry heavens above our head, As his rich love exceeds our praise, Exceeds the highest hopes we raise. 3 Not half so far hath nature plac'd The rising morning from the west As his forgiving grace removes: The daily guilt of those he loves. 4 How slow his awful wrath to rise! On swifter wings salvation flies; And if he lets his anger burn, How soon his frowns to pity turn! 5 Amidst his wrath compassion shines; His strokes are lighter than our sins: And while his rod corrects his saints, His ear indulges their complaints. 6 So fathers their young sons chastise, With gentle hand and melting eyes: The children weep beneath the smart, And move the pity of their heart. Pause 7 The mighty God, the wise and just, Knows that our frame is feeble dust; And will no heavy loads impose Beyond the strength that he bestows. 8 He knows how soon our nature dies, Blasted by every wind that flies; Like grass we spring, and die as soon, Or morning flowers that fade at noon. 9 But his eternal love is sure To all the saints, and shall endure: From age to age his truth shall reign, Nor children's children hope in vain. Scripture: Psalm 103 Languages: English

God's gentle Chastisement; or, his tender Mercy to his People

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #180 (1790) Topics: Compassion of God; Compassion of God First Line: The Lord, how wondrous are his ways Lyrics: 1 The Lord, how wondrous are his ways! How firm his truth! how large his grace! He takes his mercy for his throne, And thence he makes his glories known. 2 Not half so high his power hath spread The starry heavens above our head, As his rich love exceeds our praise, Exceeds the highest hopes we raise. 3 Not half so far hath nature plac'd The rising morning from the west As his forgiving grace removes: The daily guilt of those he loves. 4 How slow his awful wrath to rise! On swifter wings salvation flies; And if he lets his anger burn, How soon his frowns to pity turn! 5 Amidst his wrath compassion shines; His strokes are lighter than our sins: And while his rod corrects his saints, His ear indulges their complaints. 6 So fathers their young sons chastise, With gentle hand and melting eyes: The children weep beneath the smart, And move the pity of their heart. Pause 7 The mighty God, the wise and just, Knows that our frame is feeble dust; And will no heavy loads impose Beyond the strength that he bestows. 8 He knows how soon our nature dies, Blasted by every wind that flies; Like grass we spring, and die as soon, Or morning flowers that fade at noon. 9 But his eternal love is sure To all the saints, and shall endure: From age to age his truth shall reign, Nor children's children hope in vain. Scripture: Psalm 103 Languages: English

God's gentle Chastisement; or, his tender Mercy to his People

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.) #191 (1786) Topics: Compassion of God; Compassion of God First Line: The Lord, how wondrous are his ways Lyrics: 1 The Lord, how wondrous are his ways! How firm his truth! how large his grace! He takes his mercy for his throne, And thence he makes his glories known. 2 Not half so high his power hath spread The starry heavens above our head, As his rich love exceeds our praise, Exceeds the highest hopes we raise. 3 Not half so far hath nature plac'd The rising morning from the west As his forgiving grace removes The daily guilt of those he loves. 4 How slow his awful wrath to rise! On swifter wings salvation flies; And if he lets his anger burn, How soon his frowns to pity turn! 5 Amidst his wrath compassion shines; His strokes are lighter than our sins: And while his rod corrects his saints, His ear indulges their complaints. 6 So fathers their young sons chastise, With gentle hand and melting eyes: The children weep beneath the smart, And move the pity of their heart. Pause 7 The mighty God, the wise and just, Knows that our frame is feeble dust; And will no heavy loads impose Beyond the strength that he bestows. 8 He knows how soon our nature dies, Blasted by every wind that flies; Like grass we spring, and die as soon, Or morning flowers that fade at noon. 9 But his eternal love is sure To all the saints, and shall endure: From age to age his truth shall reign, Nor children's children hope in vain. Scripture: Psalm 103 Languages: English