36a. My soul repeat His praise

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 heav’ns are raised,
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of His grace,
Our highest thoughts exceed.

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

Text Information
First Line: My soul repeat His praise
Author: Isaac Watts (1719)
Meter: S.M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1991
Tune Information
Name: AMERICA
Composer: Truman S. Wetmore (1798)
Meter: S.M.
Key: a minor or modal



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