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 earth we tread,
So far the riches of God's grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.
His power subdues our sin;
And His forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Did all our guilt remove.
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.
But Thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And all Thy people ever find
Thy word of promise sure.