| Song | My Soul Repeat His Praise |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
| Publisher / Copyrights | |
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| Tags | My Soul Repeat His Praise |
| Theme(s) | God:In Providence |
| Scripture Reference(s) | |
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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.
High As The Heavens Are Raised
Above The Ground We Tread,
So Far The Riches Of His Grace
Our Highest Thoughts Exceed.
His Power Subdues Our Sins,
And His Forgiving Love,
Far As The East Is From The West,
Doth All Our Guilt Remove.
The Pity Of The Lord,
To Those That Fear His Name,
Is Such As Tender Parents Feel:
He Knows Our Feeble Frame.
Our Days Are As The Grass,
Or Like The Morning Flower:
If One Sharp Blast Sweeps O’er The Field,
It Withers In An Hour.
But Thy Compassions, Lord,
To Endless Years Endure;
And Children’s Children Ever Find
Thy Words Of Promise Sure.
