| Stanza | Poetry Source by First Line | |||
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| 1 |
My soul repeat His praise, Whose mercies are so great, Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. |
MY Soul, repeat his Praise, Stanza 1 |
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| 2 |
High as the heav'ns are raised, Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of His grace, Our highest thoughts exceed. |
MY Soul, repeat his Praise, Stanza 3 |
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| 3 |
His pow'r subdues our sins, And His forgiving love, Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove. |
MY Soul, repeat his Praise, Stanza 4 |