My Soul, Repeat His Praise (EN 5071)

EN 5071 My Soul, Repeat His Praise

Eph.1.6

Versi Version 1

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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 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.

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