My Soul, Repeat His Praise
Verse 1
My soul, repeat His praise, Whose mercies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate.
Verse 2
God will not always chide; And when His strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt.
Verse 3
High as the heavns are raised, Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of His grace Our highest thoughts exceed.
Verse 4
His power subdues our sins; And His forgiving love Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove.
Verse 5
The pity of the Lord, To those that fear His Name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame.
Verse 6
Our days as are the grass, Or like the morning flower; If one sharp blast sweep oer the field It withers in an hour.
Verse 7
But Thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And childrens children ever find Thy words of promise sure.