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.
