Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) ‎#193

193. Abounding Compassion of God; or, Mercy in the midst of Judgement

1 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 heavens are rais'd
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 He knows we are but dust,
Scatter'd with every breath:
His anger like a rising wind
Can send us swift to death.

7 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.

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

Text Information

• First Line: My soul, repeat his praise
• Title: Abounding Compassion of God; or, Mercy in the midst of Judgement
• Meter: Short Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1786
• Scripture:
  Psalm 103:8-18
• Topic: Afflictions: gentle; Angels: praise the Lord; Compassion of God; God: goodness and mercy; God: his universal dominion; God: mercy and truth; Goodness of God; Mercies: common and special; Mercies: spiritual and temporal
• Notes: Second Part

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