8*. My Soul, Repeat His Praise

S.M.
by I. Watts
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 earth we tread,
 
So far the riches of God’s grace
 
Our highest thoughts exceed.
3
His power subdues our sin;
 
And His forgiving love,
 
Far as the east is from the west,
 
Did all our guilt remove.
4
Man’s life is as the grass,
 
Or like the morning flower;
 
If one sharp blast sweep o’er the field,
 
It withers in an hour.
5
But Thy compassions, Lord,
 
To endless years endure;
 
And all Thy people ever find
 
Thy word of promise sure.
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