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

High as the heavens are raised
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of His grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.

Verse 3

His power subdues our sins,
And His forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.

Verse 4

The pity of the Lord
To those that fear His Name
Is such as tender parents feel;
He knows our feeble frame.

Verse 5

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.

Verse 6

But Thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And children’s children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.